The Vegas.
What does Las Vegas translate to in English? I don’t know and I don’t care. All I know is I want to go to there. And I am!! For all I know Las Vegas directly translates to “The Drunkies.” Because that’s what I intend to be all weekend. For days and days I have slaved away in front of a computer typing volumes and volumes of cock-a-poo. Like an onslaught of Dementors, these workdays have sucked the life out of me. This small trip to the land of the drunkies will be my Expecto Patronum. We will put the Patron back into Expecto Patronum. 190 Octane + Hurricane = FUCK YEAH. Of course it won’t be the same to gamble without my gambling buddy, but I will do my best to win us those Hot Hot Spins, my dear. After I win a million dollars, the first thing on the agenda is to buy a new set of Ginzu knives, so that I may track down the dirty man they call Tyrone and rid the world of his clap infested banana hammock. Just to refresh your memory, here’s a little snippet from a battle rap I concocted after that fateful night she met Tyrone:
WARNING LYRICS ARE INTENTIONALLY VULGAR AND OFFENSIVE TO EMPHASIZE STREET CRED
“You think you bad wid yo’ washboard abs when yer stuffin’ yer G-String as if you got a package?? Fuck that bitches would never touch that unless they wanted herpes or crabs in they snatch. Meanwhile bitches be grabbin’ my ass and I’m known to make ‘em moan when I fuck em from the back. You can’t see me you worthless piece of shit, keep dancing you faggot, as if there was a future in it. And that’s the closest you’ll get. While you humpin’ em dry, I’m the nigga to make em drippin wet!”
Man oh man I cannot wait. And I cannot sleep. Hence the tumblring at 4 o clock in da fucking morning.
Til next time my friends……. that is, if Mike Tyson’s tiger doesn’t eat me. Dooooh!
