Forget the dated slogan of \”What happens in Vegas …\” Sin City is an industry as much as it is a way of life for many. And I think certain oldtimers have been waiting for these untold tales since before Dr. Pauly started surfing RGP. A must-read for Oscar Goodman, Carrot Top, and degenerate dregs of humanity alike. Many Vegas pilgrims already know the character behind the copy … and I hear great things about at least one of his minor antagonists.
(I sometimes forget I actually call this place home now, despite Pauly\’s warnings not to descend through the gates any more than I had to.)
All hope abandon ye who enter here?
Las Vegas lures you to shed moral responsibility and piss away your money on indulgences like decadent food, entertainment, gambling, and sex. If you don\’t enjoy these pastimes, then what\’s the point of visiting the land of compromised values? Where else can you get a cheap steak, crash a Mexican wedding, get cold-decked in blackjack by a dealer named Dong, play video poker for thirteen straight hours, drink piña coladas out of a plastic coconut, bum a cigarette from an 85-year-old woman with an oxygen tank, speed away to the Spearmint Rhino in a free limo, get rubbed by a former Miss Teen USA, puke in the back of a cab driven by a retired Navy SEAL, snort cheap cocaine in the bathroom at O\’Sheas, and then catch a lucky card on the river to crack pocket aces and win a poker tournament? Only in Las Vegas.
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