Every day after the convention, we have to make the long trek through the endless stream of human debris back to the Excalibur, which is not unlike Frodo's trek to Mordor--a seemingly never-ending journey into darkness and pure evil. Anyway, while we're making our way there, we like to play this game: the first person to find someone playing a slot machine who actually looks happy wins.
Neither one of us has ever won.
2 comments:
Don't get confused on your trek - the strippers are NOT the eagles.
Don't forget to keep whips and red-hot irons in the back of your minds next time you're in Vegas. It's lucky you had so much compassion!
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