according to my sources, it's 112 degrees in las vegas.
so, naturally, i packed my spaghetti strap tanks and shorty shorts.
that's what vegas is for. it's a city where all standards and morals fly out the window and anything goes.
psych.
i will be accompanied by a perma-tired pregnant woman.
and i could not get in trouble if i tried. logic rules against it in my mind...
i have far more fun watching weirdos than talking to them. vegas is weirdo watching heaven.
vegas or bust.
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