Wanna tell you a story 'Bout a woman I know When it comes to lovin' Oh she steals the show She ain't exactly pretty Ain't exactly small Forty-two, thirty-nine, fifty-six You could say she's got it all
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.
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3 comments:
Argh, It's the Great White Whale; thar she be! Ready the harpoons.
-Ahab
Wanna tell you a story
'Bout a woman I know
When it comes to lovin'
Oh she steals the show
She ain't exactly pretty
Ain't exactly small
Forty-two, thirty-nine, fifty-six
You could say she's got it all
Whole lotta Rosie!
Damnit Joe,
Why can't the bus run on time?
I'm gonna miss Penn & Teller again!
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