What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas unless someone you are with takes cell phone pics. After three days and nights in Las Vegas (Las Wages), we were all broke and had to entertain ourselves on the cheap. After using our last free drink ticket at the sports book, watching most of our bets lose by a single point, we stumbled out into the maze that is the casino floor. In one of the many hallways to nowhere, we came across the inspiration for the night, The Rascal!
We came up with the idea to try and take pictures of us in random situations with what ever props we had available at the time. We stopped at the convenience store just outside of the casino to buy some more booze. Our buddy Chris ran in and came out with a bunch of 24 oz cans of Pabst Blue Ribbon; my favorite!
But, from the time we left the casino to the convenience store, we lost Mike — and so we backed tracked, only to find him on the escalator, passed out on it.
We woke Mike up and are plan was back on. We found a statue that looked a lot like a cock and balls, we just had to get a picture of us on it. This is our version of those photo boards you stick your head through, the ones that make you look like you have big muscles or a hot body. Everyone wants a picture that makes you look you have a huge cock — or in Chris’s case, a picture of him getting impaled by a huge white cock.
The police came by and threatened to arrest us for something so we moved on. As we left, Chris did a stunt man slide over the top of their patrol car that thankfully they didn’t see.
We stopped into any casino that had a drink special posted on the outside; $1.00 beers and $2.00 margaritas — “Drink!” — So it all gets a little blurry about what happened next that night out on the Las Vegas strip; as you can see by the diminishing quality of our photos, which is an accurate depiction of our drunkenness.
