And now for a very, very short moment of sharing. I didn’t get any pictures of strippers, hookers, Weezer, or me petting some sting rays in an aquarium; but this is me in Las Vegas with my nachos-bloody mary breakfast, right after a desperate waitress tried to scoop all the shit back into nacho mountain form before exclaiming OH FER CRYIN OUT LOUD and walking away from me forever.
when las vegas becomes a sovereign state/fully operational neon death star this photo will be its royal insignia.
