Monday, August 03, 2009

And this is the monster...

Behold! Deep fried twinkie!
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God knows what I want.


This is what I'm talking about!

Fremont Street Experience

No trip to vegas is ever complete without a trip to downtown where the light show s nightly and the twinkies are deep fried and $.99! Atop that sweet smell of deliciousness is the rank scent of tobacco, body odor, despair and broken dreams. I have to admit, I feel at home.

A cricket!

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.