Saturday night, while sitting in a minisuite in some suffocating Vegas Electrical Nightmare staring at the TV figuring out which football bets I won and admiring some Female Las Vegas Anchorwoman with perfect pipefitter lips, a inebriated whore named Jessie sat in an E-Z chair with her legs spread wide open and her Vag gaping at me asked me to look up inside and see if I can spot her soul. None was found. I took too many pills so I wasnt interested in putting my penis up there so I inserted a Michelob Ultra Bottle instead, albeit VERY gently. She told me i was "sweet" and very engaging to talk too....then she puked. I saw her out, then thought about calling the maid, but instead just left my room key, grabed my bags and got another room downtown.

God I fucking hate vegas.


What did I miss?

Welcome back!

Nice to have you back, bud. Did you lay down those bets for me? Oh i finally posted some pics from the summer porn convention. Meh. Hope ya had fun.

Hey, DaB!!

Hope all is well with you!

I get called "sweet" a lot, sir. I don't like it. If they can't picture me with a knife, forcing them to strip in an alley, I don't want any part of it. It's humiliating.