Thursday, December 14, 2006

Las Ramblings

Sitting around doing nothing in a fluffy white robe and slippers is vastly underrated.

Thanks to my wife's substantial influence in the hotel and hospitality industry, what was supposed to be a rather unassuming room at the Luxor was upgraded to a mammoth suite upon our arrival.

The whirlpool bath alone is larger than our entire apartment in New York.

All I need now is an autistic brother who can count a six-deck shoe and I'm set.


Fungi said...

'Course, three minutes to Wapner. I'm an excellent driver. K-Mart sucks. We have pepperoni pizza for dinner Monday nights. Monday night is Italian night. Wednesday is fish sticks. Green lime jello for dessert. Counting cards is bad.

VOTAR said...

I could've convincingly acted retarded...

1949 Buick Roadmaster. Straight 8. Fireball 8. Only 8,985 production models. Dad lets me drive slow on the driveway. But not on Monday, definitely not on Monday. Uh oh fart. Sally Dibbs, Dibbs Sally. 461-0192. Of course I don't have my underwear. QANTAS. QANTAS never crashed. 97X, bam! The future of rock 'n' roll. Uh oh, fifteen minutes to Judge Wapner. Fart.

...can't count a six deck shoe though.

John said...

I haven't been to Vegas since I was 12, so I don't really remember - is it just like CSI? Slightly blueish in color, and filled to the brim with dead prostitutes?

Those people could find semen on anything.

VOTAR said...

See there? You have two autistic brothers.

And between us, neither one can count a six deck shoe.