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May 31, 2006 - 05:49 AM |
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What happens in Vegas.... |
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So, my dad went to see Hank Williams III tonight at 7. He got home at 2am. This is how our conversation went.
Dad: "So, I'm at the concert, and I can't leave and get back in, so I have to watch the shitty opening act."
Me: "Okay..."
Dad: "So I go to the bar and I'm sitting there and these two women come up. They're obviously from out of town so I am nice and say hi and we talk, stuff like that."
Me: "How nice of you."
Dad: "Anyway, they have this suite at the Mandalay Bay. Like, one of those two bedroom fancy things on the end with a balcony and everything."
(Here is where I am getting curious)
Me: "Damn, nice. So... what happened?"
Dad: "Well, we went up to their suite, we got high, and they fucked my brains out."
Me: (Laughing my fucking ass off)
Dad: "I need to go out more often. I love this fucking city."
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