shut up and let me go!

i hate the ting tings. and that mother F'ing song has been blasting from outside the las vegas fashion show mall all F'n weekend. one day i will kill that singer woman. and i won't go to jail. because the ting tings suck...

so we're in an apple store. waiting to hit the airport and leave the gosh darn west coast for new yawk. holy shit i'm ready to leave the gosh darn west coast. it's great, just not for too long.

so in summary:

- i lost around $350

- blackjack is the devil's tool

- mexican food is the devil's butt's tool

- vegas boob is nasty boob, but it's still boob

- fake new york is the best thing on the strip. what does that make real new york? i'm about to find out.

- we are officially pimps after staying at the gold plated trump hotel.

- cab drivers paid for us to get into strip clubs all night. and gave us free drinks.

- strip clubs give an equal amount of depressing and awesome.

awesome.