Showing posts with label planet aladdinwood. Show all posts
Showing posts with label planet aladdinwood. Show all posts

Sunday, December 18, 2011

Chang Fart



Checking out the image stabilization on the new camera.

A visitor to the strip was happy to oblige by climbing up on the horse in front of PF Chang's at the Planet Aladdinwood.

Every now and then when your life gets complicated and the weasels start closing in, the only cure is to load up on heinous chemicals and then drive like a bastard from Hollywood to Las Vegas ... with the music at top volume and at least a pint of ether.

-Hunter S. Thompson


Dedicated to the other side of Las Vegas, namely; the sprawling, mad, incoherent underpinnings of the world's favorite destination.

That, and the occasional ranting about nothing in particular.