Last time I was in Vegas, I flew first class, had an S600 with a chauffeur and the best room at The Venetian. I must have gambled like $30,000 and drank more in that week than in my entire life. That was really fucking fun.
@beercheck: Who was playing a joke on you? 26 miles outside Vegas usually means you are being chucked into a hole after having the snot beat out of you. Oh, you will be quickly covered with lime and dirt before you have a chance to crawl out of your new eternal abode.
@cgarison: That was the inference I was going for, but it was actually for a point B to point A marathon. Into a strong headwind the whole way. Not sure which is worse.
Can we get something like this for New York City that lets me tweet for an English-speaking, literate cab driver into whose GPS system I don't have to type the address of my hotel myself and who won't try to rape me sideways on the fare even though I know damn well it's a flat rate to Long Island?
I don't use the taxis. I rented a Red Shark. In the trunk I had two bags of grass, seventy-five pellets of mescaline, five sheets of high-powered blotter acid, a salt shaker half-full of cocaine and a whole galaxy of multicolored uppers, downers, screamers, laughers.....also a quart of tequila, a quart of rum, a case of Budweiser, a pint of raw ether, and two dozen amyls...but the only thing that worried me was the ether. There is nothing in the world more helpless and irresponsible than a man in the dephts of an ether binge.
@CoЯiolis Eff Smites You With The PoweЯ of BuЯbeЯЯy: Ah, devil ether. It makes you behave like the village drunkard in some early Irish novel. Total loss of all basic motor skills. Blurred vision, no balance, numb tongue. The mind recoils in horror, unable to communicate with the spinal column. Which is interesting because you can actually watch yourself behaving in this terrible way, but you can't control it. You approach the turnstiles and know that when you get there, you have to give the man two dollars or he won't let you inside. But when you get there, everything goes wrong. Some angry rotarian shoves you and you think "What's happening here? What's going on?" And you hear yourself mumbling...
@Jo Schmug: Jesus! Bad waves of paranoia, madness, fear and loathing, intolerable vibrations in this place. Get out! The weasels were closing in. I could smell the ugly brutes.
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Did the S600 have a wide body kit, primer coat, and a bunch of dead hookas in the trunk?
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...and even I don't have an intense hatred of the place.
Seriously, did a hooker recircumsize you or something? How can you hate Las Vegas?
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You'll be waiting a good, long while...curbside.
Hope you brought a refrigerator box to live in....
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@raoulduke: this hotel is filled with lizards, brb
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Wheel Cat is trippin hard.
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You're a Narcotics agent! I knew it!
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@raoulduke tell them i wanted to get higher #grapefruit
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