6.07.2008
Dear Vegas...
You're probably busy with all of those hookers you didn't let us find, so I'll make this quick. My pockets are much lighter without those hundreds of dollars weighing me down. Thank you. Oh, and my body is definitely much better now that I've ingested 40 pounds of drinks and food. I feel awesome. That grumbling in my tummy is making my day brighter! Also, don't worry about stealing Damian's sandwich last night when we gambled at the Monte Carlo. It's not your fault he left it sitting next to a slot machine somewhere. He probably would've just puked it up anyway. You know, kind of like how I threw up that huge purple drink you gave me full of vodka?Remember that? Man, that was so much fun! All those pretty colors just flowing through that toilet! Good times. Ok, well I'm gonna go look through embarassing photos of the good times I don't really remember. Stay classy, Vegas! See you soon.
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3 comments:
bahahaha this is so good
Yo! ... what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas. Damn Crystal... way to fuck with tradition!
Glad ya had a great time.
Peep!
ps... i'm gona do Jordan if I ever meet you two! haha... beware bitch! beware!
HAHA Jordan is hilarious. This made me laugh almost as much as the actual phone conversation. That was classic. I wish I couldn've recorded that.
hahahhaaha. damian calling marcos a bitch and blaming him for losing money on the 'slut machine' with the grizzly bear.
the disappearing sandwich.
the rebellious left nipple.
touch your toes and say uhhhh.
damian struggling with the advanced technology of vegas hotel elevators.
the ice water finding itself waaaay across the bar.
oh man, this experience must be topped when you return... with me and santee next time. shit will be raaad.
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