Join Date: Dec 2011
Posts: 4,394
Stakers,
I feel it's important for you to know what my condition is and where my head is at right now.
This bull arrived in Las Vegas last night at 10pm, proceeded to take a half football bar of Xanax, got the munchies and then hammered In and Out so hard that even "M.C." himself would be upset. After I ate I drove my co-pilot, Tuma, to a local Wal-Mart, so he could buy himself some clothes. Turns out, he forgot to put his entire garbage bag of clothing in the Hyundai. So, now he most hope that the housekeeping ladies didn't take the clothing for hand me downs and are going to turn it into the lost and found.
Seeing the stress on this man's face is what drove me to eat some Xanax with him. On top of that, I knew this bull would drift into a peaceful slumber that I like to call "Zanzaland."
When I awoke this morning, I asked the Bally's bell man if I could walk to Venetian or if I should take a cab. He properly angle shot me and informed me Venetian was a good 20 minute walk away from Bally's. It ended up being a 3 minute cab ride that cost me $10.00 USD. I made my way into The Venetian, signed up for the tournament, and then made sure the lady working the registration made me a promise.
I said, "I like you, you seem nice."
She said, "Thanks."
I said, "Can you do me a favor today?"
She replied, "Sure."
I closed with, "Promise me you're not going to take any **** from your boss."
She laughed, smiled and agreed, "Oh, I'd never do that."
"Good," I exclaimed as I walked away laughing.
That little conversation took me off tilt and I hit the pavement with my red Adidas flip flops with white socks underneath to walk back to Ballys. On the walk back, a prostitute was clearly in front of me. She had on a tight white tank top, pink bra underneath, and shorts so short they were showing off a good third of her ass.
I thought about asking her if I could by her a gym membership. I want to lose weight, so I figure having her hit the stairmaster or treadmill in front of me could really add some time to my cardio sessions. I also thought about how I'd like to meet a girl like here at The Electric Daisy Carnival. Girls wearing shorts that are really fun to party with when your brain is peeled back on at least .25 grams of MDMA. I know this because I've done it many times before.
The last thought I had before I walked back into my hotel was what drives an attractive woman that was stopped at a red light to jog in place for 5 minutes. Why doesn't she just stop, take a little rest, then jog full speed to the next red light? I figure the answer to this question was that she was either fat in her youth or she had a scumbag ex-boyfriend who used to call her fat. This torment is what drives her cardiovascular activities. I also thought deeper and hoped that none of the same scumbags that ever called her fat also told her that she had a smelly vagina.
If a woman is told he has a smelly vagina in her high school years, they're scarred for life. They can grow up to be the most attractive woman, but still to refuse to let you go down on her because some loser that still lives in his parent's basement ****ed her up permanently.
What a travesty that is, you know?
Well at least for a sick perverted fukk like me....
Anyway, I'm rambling now.
I've got a tournament to win.
Going to go get ready, talk to you soon.
-L.G.
Last edited by LotGrinder; 06-04-2013 at 01:51 PM.