Monday, August 03, 2009
I am finally back in my vegas hotel room, and what is in my room to meet me after my ok streak of wins and losses on the strip? A cricket m*therf*cker. Seriously. I love nature and camping, but not in my vegas hotel room after a day of driving and smelling other people's cigarette smoke. Luckily I'm deaf in an ear. And tonight I will be sleeping on it! You sonofabitch cricket. If I could find you behind the dresser, I'd eat your antenae, then eyes and then hit his arms, feet, and leave the rest for his friends to see what happens when you go into a hotel room and keep people up. That guy shut his legs up fast once I typed this. Chicken cricket.