OP, I hear you. Every time waitress brings me a drink, I give her a dollar tip, and call her sweetheart.

back at the TAO Maria goes against the grain of her friends advice and we walk out of the club to together i take one last look lift my glass to my dead buddy and off we go thru the Venetian/pallazzo over the bridge thru the WYNN and finally the PALLAZO with a heavy heart im exhausted but i feel my mortality threatened i think most men know when the end is near in my case its a heart-attack or chocking on my vomit from a binge drunk or being murdered over some dumb chit ,when i think about it most people i know are dead or miserable all those Mirage people from way back ,effin no real happy endings i feel i must grasp life every effin day grab every little cornel of goodness and tonight im doin that with Marie A CHUBBY BUT CUTE 24 YEAR-OLD AS WE WALK BY MIRRORS i feel a twinge of shame but that quicky disapates as we stop by the wynn waterfall lounge for another drink and more Q and A about being a pro-poker player living at the PANARAMA .....

as we sit down the frog is singing garth brooks i love this little spot ,lol,she asks maybe we should go back to your condo baby ....i look back at her and say no my place its a mess its embarressing you know ,tonight we go back to Encore and chill in your room she hestitates bites her lip and says i have roommates i say thats okay baby pull her hair back and run my kiss her neck.

At binions i walk slowly thru the casino past the cage with my bag of tomatoe soup tightly ready my buddy JB says ..hey lets take a effin cab im not walking home with those two effin pycho effin weirdos outside with a tire iron over 960.00 ... i look back and say im not governed by fear i walk home very nite if someone wants to wait out there then thats fine ...he snaps back eff you i reply you signed up forthis life now get ready to cement your identity just swing the bag ....dont be a p##ssie ...we both walk outside and i can feel there out there and i feel the danger but i cant jump in a cab and look in the mirror as good as that souns i walk forward down the block JB at my side

bastard

at first i thought this dude was legit for reals.. now i realize its just a level lmao. wp sir.. wp.

Can we get rid of this **** yet? It has always been terrible. But at least recently, there have been many fewer people checking.

So, just asking ...

fine Mr Wong has left the SH building for good ........maybe we meet in a telphone booth lego5 downtown sometime then i lay 3to1 you whistle different tune hey bighitter toughguy f#@cher ....one last toast to this community that for the most part very good peoples ...heres to goin thru life lone wolf style chest in the air never meeting anyone you would rather be baby .....

They tell me to Lego of this thread
They tell me it's wonnnnnng.......

But I just wanna read it
All day lonnnnnnng.......





Shine on bighitter.

I probably shouldn't have made my post. In my opinion your routine was way way past anything that was at all entertaining, but other people can obviously disagree. I should have just let people have their fun. So, yea, I admit it was a mistake to post that.

But really, you are responding with this, the generic: You wouldn't say that if we were in the same room routine? Why? What would you do? Hit me?




And why would we meet in a telephone booth? Wouldn't that be kinda cramped? Why couldn't we meet next to the telephone booth? And where are there telephone booths anymore anyway?

lol. Seems like things about to get tense up in, soo tense you could maybe cut the tension with a hedgetrimmer in a telephone booth...?

I didn't really appreciate mrwong at first, but after staying in Vegas a few too many mornights I definitely did. Sums up the experience for all too many in an always insightful way.

"i take one loook back at the tired,bitter faces and flash my hollwood smile"

now on to the morning health wine

What the hell is going on? Wong is one of the greatest writers in a generation or so, IMO. Quite a rare gem.

Agreed. I don't understand why the a-holes who don't like it can't just ignore it.

oh ffs. mrwong's writing was reaching new heights, I mean he was DOING STREAM OF CONSCIOUSNESS IN A FAKE POKER BLOG WEAVING TWO STORIES TOGETHER LIKE SOME FRENCH AWARD WINNING MOVIE and then a humourless mod comes in and ruins it

I am not shocked that a mod peed on the party. It seems that's few of them have bighitter sindrome.

Geez guys. I apologize for the post. I already admitted I should have just kept it to myself if people were enjoying this. If he actually stops posting because of what I posted, I would have to think it was just an excuse and he was running out of things to write.

It's not to my personal taste either, but if the problem is that it isn't news, a view or an issue then surely there is another twoplustwo forum it could be moved to rather than closing down the thread altogether for those who like it. I haven't begun to explore all the stuff on the left hand side but there must be something that it fits into?

One of the most interesting "views" I've read on NVG. It fits fine here. Just gotta dyslex up your mind a little and you are right there.

Just had a great idea for an album title.. Left Hand Side of the Brain

watch out Floyd

as maria fumbles for the room card on the 60th floor of the encore a floor that showcases subtle features of a upgrade but same rooms for most part .She looks at me and says we need to be quiet my friends are back she kinda bit her lip i could see hesitation in her green eyes i said ....listen baby sometimes you have to lose yourself to find yourself ..... i then kissed her she turned and flung open the door with the conviction of a bull fighter .I grabbed her arm as her friends were all sleeping and we went into the 100 sq ft washroom ,marble ,bath/shower small tv a really beutiful washroom she asks is your bathroom at Panarama this awesome i say oh yeah baby your find out soon i pulled out a stool that sits under the duel sinks and disrobed her and studied her slightly chubby body like a sculpter i then put her toes in my mouth and gave her pleasure to the 5th power she moaned in esctesy i stood whispered in her ear ...im going to show you how we maid love in the 80s

lol wat

them toes

maid love

i lloked at JB and said ...listen were not splitting the atom here take the pastic bag wrap it around your hand if these guys come at us with tire iron hit em over the head with the cans of soupit will cut them open ....he looked puzzled pointed at a cab i said no im not governed by fear you take it i headed up the block lit a smoke grasped the bag hard looking for a 70s lincoln with two socialpaths one looks like a young tony soprano the other a small busted up eyesore both were felted by JB and myself a few times this week ....JB walking quietly next to me very scared ..i said you signed up for this life this stuff happens look were almost half way home maybe it was idle threat ....my stomach was effin upside down i could feel danger i wished i took the cab....

Every wurd you right is gold bighitter. Can't wait for next update.

bravo