Off To Las Vegas For 9 Days!

SENROCK

stickfig13 wrote:

You don't go to vegas to sleep! Ever!

THAT needs to be at all entrances to VEGAS for damn sure!!!

stickfig13

SENROCK! wrote:

THAT needs to be at all entrances to VEGAS for damn sure!!!

Seriously!

Correct me if I'm wrong, but I go to Vegas to party like it's my job! I don't go to Vegas to sleep!

SENROCK

stickfig13 wrote:

Seriously!

Correct me if I'm wrong, but I go to Vegas to party like it's my job! I don't go to Vegas to sleep!

absofreakinlutely man. EvilMerlin and i get into this discussion on a regular basis because we both have hadd everyone want to sleep when being in vegas. Thats like the biggest sin in SEN CITY i mean SIN city dammit!!!! You me and him need to road trip out there.

stickfig13

SENROCK! wrote:

absofreakinlutely man. EvilMerlin and i get into this discussion on a regular basis because we both have hadd everyone want to sleep when being in vegas. Thats like the biggest sin in SEN CITY i mean SIN city dammit!!!! You me and him need to road trip out there.

You call ahead to the bail bonds place and I'll take out the loan!

SENROCK

stickfig13 wrote:

You call ahead to the bail bonds place and I'll take out the loan!

freakin SWEET. While we're there, we'll go crash imalive's house......

stickfig13

SENROCK! wrote:

freakin SWEET. While we're there, we'll go crash imalive's house......

"Crash" as in too drunk to drink any more and not allowed in casinos?

I thought we agreed that there will be no sleeping!

SENROCK

stickfig13 wrote:

"Crash" as in too drunk to drink any more and not allowed in casinos?

I thought we agreed that there will be no sleeping!

Let me rephrase that. We'll go bang on imalive's door while in a drunken "state" and force him to drive us back to "Score's" where we left off and where EvilMerlin left his tab open for complete strangers to drink freely til we return. All the while stopping at every casino to do a shot or ten.....

stickfig13

SENROCK! wrote:

Let me rephrase that. We'll go bang on imalive's door while in a drunken "state" and force him to drive us back to "Score's" where we left off and where EvilMerlin left his tab open for complete strangers to drink freely til we return. All the while stopping at every casino to do a shot or ten.....

I like where your mind is at!

Please add....Fly to New York to see PJ after a 9 day bender in Vegas!

SENROCK

stickfig13 wrote:

I like where your mind is at!

Please add....Fly to New York to see PJ after a 9 day bender in Vegas!

well, after g's particular 9 days, the boys will be gearing up to head out here so we ALL win!!!!

g- you need to rent a sexxxy vette and cruise!!!!

LONGRD

have fun...hope you don't lose all your money or get any diseases. j/k

stickfig13

SENROCK! wrote:

well, after g's particular 9 days, the boys will be gearing up to head out here so we ALL win!!!!

g- you need to rent a sexxxy vette and cruise!!!!

Boy I hope you're correct! This dream may become a reality if they come West!

I'm thinking more Trans AM or Pink Cadillac....

stickfig13

LongRd. wrote:

have fun...hope you don't lose all your money or get any diseases. j/k

The good news is that you can only get most diseases once!

SENROCK

stickfig13 wrote:

Boy I hope you're correct! This dream may become a reality if they come West!

I'm thinking more Trans AM or Pink Cadillac....

haha a pink cadillac! PIMPIN!!! hahaha i said a vette cuz once upon a time i believe it was g that shared my lust for the zr1. But then again i dont think ANYONE wants to do things to the zr1 like I DO. :eek: um....i mean.......yes DREAM HUGE cuz they come true ya know!!!! A friend of mine and myself dreamt up that 'secret' hollywood show in 06. TRUE STORY!!!

norm

this is how you travel to vegas.....:D

It was almost noon, and we still had more than 100 miles to go. They would be tough miles. Very soon, I knew, we would both be completely twisted. But there was no going back, and no time to rest. We would have to ride it out. Press registration for the fabulous Mint 400 was already under way, and we had to get there by 4 to claim our soundproof suite. A fashionable sporting magazine in New York had taken care of the reservations, along with this huge red Chevy convertible we'd just rented off a lot on the Sunset Strip . . . and I was, after all, a professional journalist; so I had an obligation to cover the story for good or ill.

The sporting editors had also given me $300 in cash, most of which was already spent on extremely dangerous drugs. The trunk of the car looked like a mobile police narcotics lab. We had two bags of grass, 75 pellets of mescaline, five sheets of high-powered blotter acid, a saltshaker half-full of cocaine, and a whole galaxy of multi-colored uppers, downers, screamers, laughers . . . and also a quart of tequila, a quart of rum, a case of Budweiser, a pint of raw ether and two dozen amyls.

All this had been rounded up the night before, in a frenzy of high-speed driving all over Los Angeles County -- from Topanga to Watts, we picked up everything we could get our hands on. Not that we needed all that for the trip, but once you get locked into a serious drug collection, the tendency is to push it as far as you can.

The only thing that really worried me was the ether. There is nothing in the world more helpless and irresponsible and depraved than a man in the depths of an ether binge. And I knew we'd get into that rotten stuff pretty soon. Probably at the next gas station. We had sampled almost everything else, and now -- yes, it was time for a long snort of ether. And then do the next 100 miles in a horrible, slobbering sort of spastic stupor. The only way to keep alert on ether is to do up a lot of amyls -- not all at once, but steadily, just enough to maintain the focus at 90 miles an hour through Barstow.

"Man, this is the way to travel," said my attorney.

stickfig13

cutback wrote:

this is how you travel to vegas.....:D

It was almost noon, and we still had more than 100 miles to go. They would be tough miles. Very soon, I knew, we would both be completely twisted. But there was no going back, and no time to rest. We would have to ride it out. Press registration for the fabulous Mint 400 was already under way, and we had to get there by 4 to claim our soundproof suite. A fashionable sporting magazine in New York had taken care of the reservations, along with this huge red Chevy convertible we'd just rented off a lot on the Sunset Strip . . . and I was, after all, a professional journalist; so I had an obligation to cover the story for good or ill.

The sporting editors had also given me $300 in cash, most of which was already spent on extremely dangerous drugs. The trunk of the car looked like a mobile police narcotics lab. We had two bags of grass, 75 pellets of mescaline, five sheets of high-powered blotter acid, a saltshaker half-full of cocaine, and a whole galaxy of multi-colored uppers, downers, screamers, laughers . . . and also a quart of tequila, a quart of rum, a case of Budweiser, a pint of raw ether and two dozen amyls.

All this had been rounded up the night before, in a frenzy of high-speed driving all over Los Angeles County -- from Topanga to Watts, we picked up everything we could get our hands on. Not that we needed all that for the trip, but once you get locked into a serious drug collection, the tendency is to push it as far as you can.

The only thing that really worried me was the ether. There is nothing in the world more helpless and irresponsible and depraved than a man in the depths of an ether binge. And I knew we'd get into that rotten stuff pretty soon. Probably at the next gas station. We had sampled almost everything else, and now -- yes, it was time for a long snort of ether. And then do the next 100 miles in a horrible, slobbering sort of spastic stupor. The only way to keep alert on ether is to do up a lot of amyls -- not all at once, but steadily, just enough to maintain the focus at 90 miles an hour through Barstow.

"Man, this is the way to travel," said my attorney.

exactly! Thank You

Fear and Loathing is the pinnacle of all Vegas has to offer

SENROCK

cutback wrote:

this is how you travel to vegas.....:D

It was almost noon, and we still had more than 100 miles to go. They would be tough miles. Very soon, I knew, we would both be completely twisted. But there was no going back, and no time to rest. We would have to ride it out. Press registration for the fabulous Mint 400 was already under way, and we had to get there by 4 to claim our soundproof suite. A fashionable sporting magazine in New York had taken care of the reservations, along with this huge red Chevy convertible we'd just rented off a lot on the Sunset Strip . . . and I was, after all, a professional journalist; so I had an obligation to cover the story for good or ill.

The sporting editors had also given me $300 in cash, most of which was already spent on extremely dangerous drugs. The trunk of the car looked like a mobile police narcotics lab. We had two bags of grass, 75 pellets of mescaline, five sheets of high-powered blotter acid, a saltshaker half-full of cocaine, and a whole galaxy of multi-colored uppers, downers, screamers, laughers . . . and also a quart of tequila, a quart of rum, a case of Budweiser, a pint of raw ether and two dozen amyls.

All this had been rounded up the night before, in a frenzy of high-speed driving all over Los Angeles County -- from Topanga to Watts, we picked up everything we could get our hands on. Not that we needed all that for the trip, but once you get locked into a serious drug collection, the tendency is to push it as far as you can.

The only thing that really worried me was the ether. There is nothing in the world more helpless and irresponsible and depraved than a man in the depths of an ether binge. And I knew we'd get into that rotten stuff pretty soon. Probably at the next gas station. We had sampled almost everything else, and now -- yes, it was time for a long snort of ether. And then do the next 100 miles in a horrible, slobbering sort of spastic stupor. The only way to keep alert on ether is to do up a lot of amyls -- not all at once, but steadily, just enough to maintain the focus at 90 miles an hour through Barstow.

"Man, this is the way to travel," said my attorney.

thats GOTTA be from Motley Crue's book The Dirt! And my nipples got hard when i saw " Red Chevy Convertible".....

eyedclaar

SENROCK! wrote:

thats GOTTA be from Motley Crue's book The Dirt! And my nipples got hard when i saw " Red Chevy Convertible".....

SEN, if you ever mention Motley Crue in the same breath as Hunter S. Thompson again, I swear...

However, talk about your nipples all you want.

norm

eyedclaar wrote:

SEN, if you ever mention Motley Crue in the same breath as Hunter S. Thompson again, I swear...

However, talk about your nipples all you want.

hehehehehe

SENROCK

eyedclaar wrote:

SEN, if you ever mention Motley Crue in the same breath as Hunter S. Thompson again, I swear...

However, talk about your nipples all you want.

WHATS WRONG WITH THE CRUE?!!! DONT EFF with me.

eyedclaar

SENROCK! wrote:

WHATS WRONG WITH THE CRUE?!!! DONT EFF with me.

Hahahaha. That's it, we're throwin' down!