Men, I'd just like to start off by saying that you know you are attractive to the opposite sex when you have Chef Boyardee stains on your underwear.
Pussy counts as finger food right?
I was at Tommy Rocker's the other night and the bartender who had worked there like 14 years was telling my friend and I about the two years it was a strip club, and how that just didn't work. My friend completely agreed. I don't get it though. I suggested every place be a strip club in addition to what it was before. The International House of Pancake Titties came to mind. And yes, they have silver dollar pancake titties too.
May Day came and went. I thought about writing, I actually had the day off. I think it's the heat of Vegas that is helping me to not be energetic. I'll never complain, though. Give me this over scraping frost off my car.
I had this little story I was kind of excited about. It was all about what a great wingman I am. I've basically only had 3 single male friends the 8 years I have lived in Las Vegas. One guy is now living with a girl that is a friend of my ex, he met her in China. He was only in China because he's my friend. This is the biggest stretch of the 3.
Another friend got a divorce and was at a bar with me when in the spirit of Mystery I opened every woman within 3 feet of me. Including his girlfriend whose number he got that night.
And the third friend went on a rare date a few nights ago. Let's just say I helped.
I few paragraphs ago, I actually went out. A bit tired now, so this will have to do.