Good Morning Gentle Readers,
Frankie notwithstanding, pretty sure Las Vegas is actually the City That Never Sleeps. And, yes, what happens in Vegas really ought to stay right here. Like the ostentatious display of bare flesh on the casino floor last night. Hot Tip: The life size rose indelibly tattooed on your upper thigh ain't hidin' a decade of Supersize fries.
And....to those five little twenty-something hotties waiting to get into Coyote Ugly in the skimpy black cocktail dresses: Thanks for not smiling at TWC like you smile at your dad.
Don't know what the record is but the House Blond and That Boy rode the roller coaster 43 times. Keeps them off the craps table. TWC? Nah, last time I did anything like that I was in traction for a week.