Hire a new writer.

And fire What's his fuck?

I heard his gig in P-land didn't work out, but he got offered a job on Vegas.

Then I wouldn't be able to know if the streak keeps going.

Oh, the streak is still going.
You just have the opponents all wrong.

Off to the airport to pick up Dinky.
I realize this isn't an official LoucheFest,
but it's quite possible one or both of us will die this weekend.

Make the Lounge proud.

I'm on airport duty, too.
Taking a friend.
I can't remember ever having gotten up this early.
I can remember staying up this late.

Well dammit, I'm here in Vegas...
With no luggage.

At least they got booze here, on a 'cause there's a suitcase with a big bottle of HG lost somewhere between Vegas and Vermont.

Who the fuck is DickStinker?

The guy who had the forethought to put his hair putty in his carry-on, but not his booze.

Oh no. It the missing?

Dinky's gonna send the Senator after you.

Dinky seems to loose a lot of... "things" in transit.

Abby.
I know you luv em, but please go easy on the fluffy white satin ballz.

It's true.

Has she touched your junk yet Dinky?

Yeah, I've lost a lot. That's why I'm here. To lose a bit more and drown my personal nonsense in alcohol.

Unfortunately I just realized that I can run far away, but I can't hide from the truth.

Fuckstix. At least I'm too drunk to feel.
...and it's only midnight.

Jeez you make Vegas sound depressing... WTF?

Vegas is Vegas.

Oh, and I forgot.
I drank absinthe today (in between beers). Some kinda Magical Wormwood helicksher. It was fruity-licious. Then I switched back to beer and then vodka.

I can't drink too much of that licorice stuff, it makes me kooky.

Huh?

sounds like vegas is as vegas does...

DRINK MORE NOW!

A.B. is passed the fuck out.
I'm up watching something on the TV and drinking more...

The damn phone woke me up. Now I can't sleep.

Yeah, dumb fuck. I just tried to return your call. That's vegas, in bed by 1am.

hrmph.
on to La Ptite...

that fruity shit is awe-sum.

make sure you wear a jimmy, dinky -

you don't know where the half of the men in vegas that have banged her have been...

I was running on too little sleep and too much booze yesterday.
Got a good night's sleep last night.
Now I just have to make it through the workday.
And keep Dinky away from the phone and computer.

Too little sleep and too much booze -- sounds like the Vegas way. Before you know it you'll quit your job turn your apartment into a light night "ultra bar."

Too much competition.

From what I've seen they've been in the AARP aisle picking up 1/2 price depends.

I'd tell you to fuck off, but it's true.

Oops.
I started drinking too early again.

We need food. Dinky and I have only eaten brownies today. He's had one and I've had maybe six.

Fluff, Skeet and Goose will appreciate this:
Dinky wants me to take him to In-N-Out Burger.
Hee!

Oh, and this place is way too fucking quiet today.
It's Friday.
Fucking tip and type, bitches!

I'll need something to read when we get back from the bar.

Friday in Veaga, there should be plaenty to do.

Hell, I'm in shit city and I'm

and I'm just getting started.

I'd love to oblige, Abby, but I'm off to the bar, myself. My cronies finally decided to go to the one I like for a change, so I have to go out of principle.

Here's a thought for you, though: Nobody likes getting a pelvic. Wouldn't it be a lot cheerier if they'd give you one of those stickers like you get at the polls?

Drink a few for me, my date on Monday got bumped, again.

Hmmm....

In & Out is what a hamburger is all about.

I've been drinking solidly for over 12 hours and I have yet to achieve a buzz.
Beer, wine and mixed drinks all over the Strip and Fremont and at the Double Down.

Gave Dinky the quick dollar tour of Downtown.

I have pics, but I can't seem to get them off my camera. Damn thing's broke.

G&C- I always thought that slogan was too descriptive of the digestive system.

I never wanted to look at it that way.

Even though the logo suggests it.

Odd, how I was given the grand tour of Vegas, and my favorite bar was a shithole on the outside of town.

I suppose any place with a shot calld "assjuice" has got to be kewl.

abby and cros went there, and all i got was a lousy tshirt.

I thought the shirt was for your wife.

Striving to be the ultimate "Hamburger Expert" are we?

Last night I drank nothing.
I think I managed to imbibe my quota over the past week. A little Liver R & R is in the immediate future.

Same here -- at least for a couple of days.

I'm in SoCal and my phone is dead, so I have no idea what is going on at home. Three sober days and then . Ouch, my head.

Are you on a Monkey Quest?

The wagon left town without me --

Absinthe and Bessie Smith. . .

Sadly, not a Monkey Quest™. I'd love to see him though.