Whoa. I feel like I just entered through one of those doors in the Holiday Inn Conference rooms and walked into the wrong retirement/weddding/bar mitzvah, but decided to stay anyway....wow its been like 3 weeks since I was here. What the fuck did I miss??? I see the Monkey cage is still Monkey-less....
I spent the last 2+ weeks in Vegas, I was gonna post a journal of the adventure but the second night I was there I got COMPLETELY shitfaced at the Crazy Horse Too and was hung over for the next 4 days, then my laptop crashed.
If Dante were alive today,
Inferno would be set in Vegas. Vegas is a Paradox, the more fucking lights they add, the darker the place becomes. I mean the soul of Vegas and the people who live/work there is emptier than a Bottle of Vicodin in Fayner's Medicine cabinet.
If any of you get to Vegas anytime soon, and want to really get an appreciation for the absolute Abyss the place is, go spend a couple nights at the Crazy Horse Too strip club. It's like the "Bada Bing" from HBO's The Sopranos, run by several dudes of Mediterranean extraction who are currently under investigation for racketeering (the day shift manager lives in 3.7 mil mansion), drug trafficking (at least 7 - SEVEN - girls I talked to said the only reason they worked Crazy Horse Too was they could get their pills "without any stress") and assault (on several "problem" customers who wouldn't pay for drinks or dances received.) I'll rant more on the girls/strippers in another thread.
It's nice to be back again. I have watched zero porn, read zero reviews, visited no websites until now, so I have no clue what's going on. Before composing this post, I did however, see the thread addressed to Monkey with the picture of Wankus wearing that Jimi Hendrix/Sgt Pepper's shirt while Ms Brazzle practices her $75 Blowjob technique on a Super Charms Blow Pop.
I hope the monkey returns someday.
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