Well kids, I'm back from Sin City ( I know you missed me) and it's Sunday. That must mean that it's time for...
If you have ever been to Vegas and walked along the strip, you have encountered homeless looking people trying to hand you baseball card looking things. Those people won't take no for an answer, and if you try and walk away, they throw the fucking thing at you.
It's just better to take it, throw it on the ground with the other eleventy thousand already there and move along. The jail in Vegas is amusing, but not from behind the bars. Trust me on this.
All of the cards have naked girls on them with a star over their love box. Why a star? Why not a heart, a square, a smiley face or, (my personal suggestion), a Hello Kitty? Just sayin'.
Oh, and if you are one of those naked girls on the cards? Fucking stop it! I wear 5" heels in Vegas and need to keep my head down and watch where the fuck I'm going. With all of you on the ground looking up at me, I feel like I'm walking down the road of broken fucking dreams. Vegas isn't suppose to be depressing, goddamn it!
I would like to thank Wolf over at The S.N.A.F.U. report for this award.
Wolfie dear, you rock, and obviously, have great taste! I am giving it to The Royal Family and Staff.
I'm jet-lagged and I'm pretty sure my brain has turned to mush, so that's it for now kids.