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(Scott= not a morning person)

(MGM Grand)

(Kubrickian Hallway 1)

(wing fountain)

(lobby deco.)

(Kubrickian hallway 2)

(our room)

(room view)

(M&M museum/store)



(ya, mans change to nature at work)

(New York, New York's statue of liberty)

(Tournament of Kings)






(and some Epic Meal Time before bed)

(Circus Circus)

(possibly what remains of the bar in Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas?)

(Venetion)

(Scott's making moves at camera: creepy....)

(Treasure Island)




(Sirens of TI)

(the chip a bum gave me when i gave him a free beer(and got complimented on for my choice))

(Hoover Dam)
(old turbine from dam)


(flow pipes)


(turbines)


(current turbine)


(how dam was made)

(coming into Vegas on tour bus)


(again... wtf?)

(forum shop statues)

(mirage volcano)

(went to the Crazy Girls show)

(Fremont Street "Experience")

Now at this point in the trip it stops -- however... What happens is me and Scott are drinking enough to be well enough drunk and try for the night club Tao(within the Venetion, however that isn't open thus we end up at Sapphire and I find out the difference between my version of a stripper and theirs: Only topless and your allowed to touch with basic lap dances on the floor. That being said my first lap dance involved a little accidental view of a nice pussy on a hot caucasian body when my hand latched onto her G String going down her leg, a couple more lap dances I'm not that lucky; Scott has about the same as me, then one chats with me when I'm asking what the prices are(being mislead a fuckload of times) and she chooses one for me based on what I was saying I liked. Me and my partner in Vegasry(Scott) head to the VIP room with Michelle for Scott -- and Maria for I -- for $100 lap dances lasting 15 minutes. Maria is a piece of Colombian perfection; perfect size ass, thin waist line, flat stomach, low B to high A breasts, black long hair to match her ebony skin tone and a passion red g string once all that's off that could come off.

Now this one lap dance turns into an hour and half that this skinny Colombian body is on me and asking me questions; and she's getting really into it not even slapping me when I snuck a feel in of her pussy even though I could already tell she was well horny down there due to the amount of times I felt it(even if those moans were faked). Then it ends, Scott gives Michelle who was a caucasian Russian and had a nice set of breasts and stomach on her(though I preferred my Columbian accented ebony choice) And he picks up her number(phone not on me unfortunately) and we're both down $336 dollars.

Now this may sound bad, but what we were initially told was that it was $400 -- which was admittedly most likely a lie just to make it seem like a deal -- and we got bamboozled; The moral of this tale is... If you don't gamble in Las Vegas and you have to lose your money on something... make it the strippers (Thank you Maria)-- atleast it involves safely distanced strangers pussy -- right?

Now for the next morning... or sorry the pictures after this ordeal.

(strung out -- no sleep, 7 am)

A breakfast of fruit later and not coming off of an alcohol high until 9 or 10 am, we walk around with others in our group as they shop; zombie is as zombie does.

(Goodbye Las Vegas)

(departure)

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