… seriously. It’s full of cheeseball douchebag wanna-be brainless fashion victims. It annoys me so much that normally I go windmill tilting and try to annoy it right back, but that has generally ended badly — like, my-friend-covered-in-a-third-party’s-blood badly — so I thought, okay, this time I’m going to play nice …
.. apparently, I didn’t play nice enough …
… I really don’t get why women take so much pleasure in hurting me, but moving on … we headed downtown with every intention of shooting some pictures of Fremont, when I saw:
… it screamed “road trip classic”, I just knew that this was my bar …
… minus the tila tequila wanna-be, pictured below …
… great locals joint. Sexy women, cheap tequila, midget twins … can you really lose? Well, apparently I can …
… I guess I offended her by wiping off the copious lipstick … we did make up after that …
.. right before her husband, who was there the whole time, made his appearence … oops .. I guess “I’m here with my girlfriends” means something else in Vegas.
