Goodbye Vegas, you sick bitch. I hate you. You used to be fun. Now you’re just washed up and pathetic.
Read more "Leaving Las Vegas"Did you ever wonder how the bed sheet toga was invented? Probably, it was in Vegas. Whiskey was involved. Whiskey is always involved, somehow. Then you wake up naked. Alone in a bed, but not alone. And not in a place where being discovered (bad naked) is any more appealing than being awake (Whiskey). Problem, […]
Read more "Whiskey, Part 5"Whiskey is the devil. We all know that. Boozy encounters with chicks – those always end well, too. Especially when they’re friends. Add in Vegas and a corporate expense account. Shake well. Shit happens.But not in the way you might expect (based on your personal experiences on every other trip to Vegas ever). Sometimes, all […]
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I am in my bed. Jesus, there’s no sun. What day is it?
Oh, my fucking god. “Whiskey.”
Why am i naked?
Shirt. Boxers. Where are my shorts?
Why are they all wet?
Why is the bathroom flooded?
Why is the shower broken? Read More
Wild Turkey and Vegas. What could possibly go wrong?
Maybe it was the Budweiser chaser. Maybe being sandwiched by Tullamore Dew and Harp. And a beer and some wine at dinner.
Hey, let’s Facebook some pics!
Hey, lets post some insightful comments!
Hey! Another round? Fuck yeah!
We’re off to SEMA. Yes, we’re meeting up with old classmates while there. No, there is not an agenda or an expectancy, except Vegas-y Vegasness, clogged with crazier-than-usual cars. And that’s plenty. [Ed.: Also whiskey, beyond the usual one Wild Turkey.]
Read more "Deja Vu, Except Different"Read more "Tattoo You"No sympathy for the devil; keep that in mind. Buy the ticket, take the ride…and if it occasionally gets a little heavier than what you had in mind, well…maybe chalk it off to forced conscious expansion: Tune in, freak out, get beaten.
Where have I seen you before?
Oh yeah, there.
And from those humble origins, the seed of “road trip” was planted.
This is a spoof. Read the last line.
Read more "Good Morning, Detroit"the way it looks to us today, you’d say incredible… Ford jingle, ca. 1980 (hyping the 1981 Escort “world car“) Or, You’ve Come a Long Way, Baby. Or, Why yes, they’re real.
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