sometimes

ya gotta just say 'what the fuck?'

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i remember

my first proper vegas road trip. yes, there is the ever famous vegas and back in less than 12 hours with kiira and julie, but the first proper vegas trip was with my boys and chuck. pops hooked it up with the ghique hotel room, best i've had yet, must have been a dead weekend in vegas or something. i'd like to say it was the quintassential vegas trip, but being under 21ers we nervously tried to get beers from the quik stop behind MGM (successfully), got drunk, tried to gamble (unsuccessfully - thank to dan's baby face & panache for screwdrivers) and took dxm (somehow marko & i promptly passed out whilst pfoot & chuck saw the beginning of a nuclear apocaplyse). aaah, the days when getting fucked up was reason enough to call a weekend great. i think i still have the post-weekend hotel room pic i took. bottles and bottles of empty bud (cheers to marko's fake id - uber successfull, especially out of state).

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fuck this is post #600.

cheers to the shandizzle for introducing blogger to me.