Tag: Vegas
What Happens in Vegas…
by Miller on Oct.14, 2008, under Miller's Posts
I both love and despise that stupid city.
At nighttime, Vegas is like a grown-ups’ carnival with boobs. In the daytime, its like you have a permanent hangover, even when you didn’t drink the night before. You just spend the day waiting for the night so you can dress all fancy thinking maybe someone might look at you over their liquor, in which case it most definately would be best to look nice, because I’ll be damned if a drunken stranger thinks I’m unattractive. The days ar filled with conversations like:
“What do you wanna do?”
“I don’t know. Wanna check out the pool”
“Yeah, sure. I guess.”
Pointless. And when you’re leaving you spend a solid hour or so on the road thinking how overratted strip clubs are and how they’re all whores and that one named “Ecstasy” should go die. Then you get home and you think to yourself, “Damnit, it was a fun trip. I want to go back.”
Screw you Vegas. Screw you.
On the bright side, I have well over a hundred porn cards. They hand ‘em out like crazy!!
