Comments on: Win tickets to the premiere of “SPREAD” http://thevegaseye.com/wordpress/win-tickets-to-the-premiere-of-spread/ The Insider for Las Vegas Gossip, Las Vegas News, Las Vegas Events. Fri, 16 Jul 2010 22:38:21 -0700 http://wordpress.org/?v=2.8 hourly 1 By: Matt Farmer http://thevegaseye.com/wordpress/win-tickets-to-the-premiere-of-spread/comment-page-1/#comment-747 Matt Farmer Wed, 05 Aug 2009 21:52:20 +0000 http://thevegaseye.com/wordpress/?p=1291#comment-747 Anyone know what the status is on this contest? I thought it was over last night but havent heard anything regarding a winner or tickets?!?.... Anyone know what the status is on this contest? I thought it was over last night but havent heard anything regarding a winner or tickets?!?….

]]> By: Matt Farmer http://thevegaseye.com/wordpress/win-tickets-to-the-premiere-of-spread/comment-page-1/#comment-704 Matt Farmer Mon, 03 Aug 2009 06:46:38 +0000 http://thevegaseye.com/wordpress/?p=1291#comment-704 I recently moved back to Las Vegas in May after graduating college and had been spending the first two weeks back catching up with former UNLV friends and reaquainting myself with the Vegas nightlife. One of my first nights out was for the Vegas Magazine Anniversary party at Pure, which I got on their guest list at last minute, and what a crazy night it was.... I told my friend Eric to meet me a Caesars after work and we would go out but failed to tell him where we were going. Well in my absense from Vegas it appears my friends grew some infatuation with making fun of "guidos" and Eric had decided to color his hair with some black spray and spike it straight back while wearing a tight fit button up and thick stunner shades to surprise me at Caesars... Much more to his surprse when i told him where we were headed cause he looked like a tool. Not to pass on free drinks and a chance to check out Holly Madison and Heather Grahams ample assets in person we went dispute his douchey appearance. These parties are always crowded and packed causing it to be really hot inside. Well heat causes sweating, moreso when dancing, and we were starting to feel the effects of overpopulation in the club. About three beers in I had begun a conversation with two girls I knew that work for Grey Goose and Vegas Weekly when I looked at Eric and realized that he was sweating from the heat but it wasn't any normal sweat. No..he was oozing black streaks of paint from his forehead and staining his shirt in the process... The "hair paint" was flowing like an oil spill upon his forehead. I started laughing and told him what was happening as he rushed to bathroom to clean up. I explained to the girl I was talking to why he looked like an albino guido tool and they laughed but it was a complete cock block and we left the party shorty. Not to give up on our night we went to my place and he changed and we met up with some friends for a graduation party at a Venetian suite. We had six friends here so figured it would be a decent party... Until we got there. Turns out it was a graduation party.. A high school graduation party. Being college graduates in our post mid twenties we were slightly out of place here. Regardless after a half hour security had a noise complaint and a majority of the minors fled the party to do whatever minors do in this city. With minors gone we took over the room and played some drinking games until anothr friend, "Yoshi" decided to give a 14 yearold some Jack Daniels. The kid threw up over the balcony shortly later as we continued with beer pong.. A little later I noticed an Eminem wannabe looking kid "eye Fu€king" us and my buddy L-Roy approached him if he had a problem. Turns out the kid was his brother and he was pissed that we gave him alcohol.. They argued for a minute and suddenly Vanilla Doche pulled a pistol from his crotch and threatned LRoy. Being the quick thinker I rush to gather the troops only to find Mark in the bathroom with a girl and Ernest on the balcony with some girl behind a bush on her knees... We immedietly rush back inside and things settled down after some convincing and we bailed... Now that was strike two for parties that night.. Still early we hit up Planet Hollywood to gamble and drink more. At nights end it was around 3:00 and we were st Heart Bar when I noticed two attractve girls sitting across the bar. By now most of our group had went home so me, L-Roy, and "EB" remained. On our way out we walked by the two girls and after walking by, one of them got up and started to follow us until we saw her. We decided to turn around and talk to the girls. The girls were named Kia and Stacy and Stacy the blonde was all about EB cause she thought he looked like Dwayne Wade.. The girls gave the guys their numbers and headed home so we did he same. On the way home I realizes that the girls were whores and essentially that was strike three for the night... Once home I immedietly crashed on the couch only to awake at eight in the morning to the sound od Halo 3 on Xbox.... I sat up and to my surprise was Stacy playing Halo with EB... He called her when home and she had been there for a few hours. After talking to her I was right she was a professional and she was really open about it. Our next convo for about an hour was quite interesting and the girl hung out at most of he day watching tv and xbox... Only in Vegas... In one night I partied at Pure with celebs as my friend looked like a douchy cock block, unknowingly hit up a "graduation party" for some high school girl and had a gun pulled on a friend, and then ended the night meeting hookers and waking up next to one playing Halo with my friends! I couldn't have asked for a weirder night. Welcome back to Vegas indeed!! I recently moved back to Las Vegas in May after graduating college and had been spending the first two weeks back catching up with former UNLV friends and reaquainting myself with the Vegas nightlife. One of my first nights out was for the Vegas Magazine Anniversary party at Pure, which I got on their guest list at last minute, and what a crazy night it was…. I told my friend Eric to meet me a Caesars after work and we would go out but failed to tell him where we were going. Well in my absense from Vegas it appears my friends grew some infatuation with making fun of “guidos” and Eric had decided to color his hair with some black spray and spike it straight back while wearing a tight fit button up and thick stunner shades to surprise me at Caesars… Much more to his surprse when i told him where we were headed cause he looked like a tool. Not to pass on free drinks and a chance to check out Holly Madison and Heather Grahams ample assets in person we went dispute his douchey appearance. These parties are always crowded and packed causing it to be really hot inside. Well heat causes sweating, moreso when dancing, and we were starting to feel the effects of overpopulation in the club. About three beers in I had begun a conversation with two girls I knew that work for Grey Goose and Vegas Weekly when I looked at Eric and realized that he was sweating from the heat but it wasn’t any normal sweat. No..he was oozing black streaks of paint from his forehead and staining his shirt in the process… The “hair paint” was flowing like an oil spill upon his forehead. I started laughing and told him what was happening as he rushed to bathroom to clean up. I explained to the girl I was talking to why he looked like an albino guido tool and they laughed but it was a complete cock block and we left the party shorty. Not to give up on our night we went to my place and he changed and we met up with some friends for a graduation party at a Venetian suite. We had six friends here so figured it would be a decent party… Until we got there. Turns out it was a graduation party.. A high school graduation party. Being college graduates in our post mid twenties we were slightly out of place here. Regardless after a half hour security had a noise complaint and a majority of the minors fled the party to do whatever minors do in this city. With minors gone we took over the room and played some drinking games until anothr friend, “Yoshi” decided to give a 14 yearold some Jack Daniels. The kid threw up over the balcony shortly later as we continued with beer pong.. A little later I noticed an Eminem wannabe looking kid “eye Fu€king” us and my buddy L-Roy approached him if he had a problem. Turns out the kid was his brother and he was pissed that we gave him alcohol.. They argued for a minute and suddenly Vanilla Doche pulled a pistol from his crotch and threatned LRoy. Being the quick thinker I rush to gather the troops only to find Mark in the bathroom with a girl and Ernest on the balcony with some girl behind a bush on her knees… We immedietly rush back inside and things settled down after some convincing and we bailed… Now that was strike two for parties that night.. Still early we hit up Planet Hollywood to gamble and drink more. At nights end it was around 3:00 and we were st Heart Bar when I noticed two attractve girls sitting across the bar. By now most of our group had went home so me, L-Roy, and “EB” remained. On our way out we walked by the two girls and after walking by, one of them got up and started to follow us until we saw her. We decided to turn around and talk to the girls. The girls were named Kia and Stacy and Stacy the blonde was all about EB cause she thought he looked like Dwayne Wade.. The girls gave the guys their numbers and headed home so we did he same. On the way home I realizes that the girls were whores and essentially that was strike three for the night… Once home I immedietly crashed on the couch only to awake at eight in the morning to the sound od Halo 3 on Xbox…. I sat up and to my surprise was Stacy playing Halo with EB… He called her when home and she had been there for a few hours. After talking to her I was right she was a professional and she was really open about it. Our next convo for about an hour was quite interesting and the girl hung out at most of he day watching tv and xbox… Only in Vegas… In one night I partied at Pure with celebs as my friend looked like a douchy cock block, unknowingly hit up a “graduation party” for some high school girl and had a gun pulled on a friend, and then ended the night meeting hookers and waking up next to one playing Halo with my friends! I couldn’t have asked for a weirder night. Welcome back to Vegas indeed!!

]]> By: Carlos Mendez http://thevegaseye.com/wordpress/win-tickets-to-the-premiere-of-spread/comment-page-1/#comment-685 Carlos Mendez Fri, 31 Jul 2009 21:39:05 +0000 http://thevegaseye.com/wordpress/?p=1291#comment-685 Thankgiving weekend 2007: First time in Vegas. I am a huge sports fan. Huge. I watch football all the time and thought hell, lets go to Vegas and try some theories. Stayed at the Stratosphere because it was a cheap last minute option. Long story short, I put $800 on 2 parlays and won $7,600. Christmas weekend 2007: 2nd time in Vegas. Excalibur. I was there 2 days. $200 on a parlay. College basketball was the source of my winnings: $800. Mid January 2008: 3rd time in Vegas. Imperial Palace. The only hotel in Vegas that closely resembles a dumpster. I was betting on college basketball again. 4 team parlay that played 11 to 1. I bet $400. I was doing Vegas things earlier in the day and when I got back, 3 of the games went in my favor. The 4th game started. This was during the NFL playoffs mind you, so here I was cheering for my specific team to win and everyone else is watching the Giants. That team needed to win by 21 or more for me to win. In the 2nd half, that 21 point spread looked dubious and I crumpled up the ticket. They later extended the lead to 20 late in the game and I got scared that they wouldn't accept the ticket. They eventually won by 23 and I pocketed $4,000. Thankgiving weekend 2007: First time in Vegas. I am a huge sports fan. Huge. I watch football all the time and thought hell, lets go to Vegas and try some theories. Stayed at the Stratosphere because it was a cheap last minute option. Long story short, I put $800 on 2 parlays and won $7,600.

Christmas weekend 2007: 2nd time in Vegas. Excalibur. I was there 2 days. $200 on a parlay. College basketball was the source of my winnings: $800.

Mid January 2008: 3rd time in Vegas. Imperial Palace. The only hotel in Vegas that closely resembles a dumpster. I was betting on college basketball again. 4 team parlay that played 11 to 1. I bet $400. I was doing Vegas things earlier in the day and when I got back, 3 of the games went in my favor. The 4th game started. This was during the NFL playoffs mind you, so here I was cheering for my specific team to win and everyone else is watching the Giants. That team needed to win by 21 or more for me to win. In the 2nd half, that 21 point spread looked dubious and I crumpled up the ticket. They later extended the lead to 20 late in the game and I got scared that they wouldn’t accept the ticket. They eventually won by 23 and I pocketed $4,000.

]]> By: Jason Lowe http://thevegaseye.com/wordpress/win-tickets-to-the-premiere-of-spread/comment-page-1/#comment-684 Jason Lowe Fri, 31 Jul 2009 21:36:15 +0000 http://thevegaseye.com/wordpress/?p=1291#comment-684 The sporadic turn-around trips tend to make for the most interesting stories in my experience. My friend Marcus and I decided one afternoon that Vegas would be the only cure for our current boredom, so BAM, we hit the road...... We get into town, both of us giddy and dancing in our seats (you do it too, don't lie) as one of us asks the other, "what hotel do you think has the fanciest bathroom? Because I gotta shit, and I want the most royal stall" (won't say which of us) So after leaving the Bellagio for a quick poop stop and a couple of coronas, we drive to New York New York, drinking all the way there. This was just after 9/11, so they had a guard checking random cars. Uh oh..... Nice, scott free! Approximately 4 hours later, and where are we? Close to hitting Baker, me driving my friend's Chevy Blazer as he's puking out the window all over the side of his car....both of us plastered, depressed, broke, and hungry. Del Taco, he were come. The sporadic turn-around trips tend to make for the most interesting stories in my experience.

My friend Marcus and I decided one afternoon that Vegas would be the only cure for our current boredom, so BAM, we hit the road……

We get into town, both of us giddy and dancing in our seats (you do it too, don’t lie) as one of us asks the other, “what hotel do you think has the fanciest bathroom? Because I gotta shit, and I want the most royal stall” (won’t say which of us)

So after leaving the Bellagio for a quick poop stop and a couple of coronas, we drive to New York New York, drinking all the way there. This was just after 9/11, so they had a guard checking random cars. Uh oh…..

Nice, scott free!

Approximately 4 hours later, and where are we? Close to hitting Baker, me driving my friend’s Chevy Blazer as he’s puking out the window all over the side of his car….both of us plastered, depressed, broke, and hungry.

Del Taco, he were come.

]]> By: Mona Richards http://thevegaseye.com/wordpress/win-tickets-to-the-premiere-of-spread/comment-page-1/#comment-683 Mona Richards Fri, 31 Jul 2009 21:34:47 +0000 http://thevegaseye.com/wordpress/?p=1291#comment-683 First story: Brother and I go to Vegas for a vacation. He's straight as an arrow but loves musicals. As do I. So he starts drinking some horrible drink that includes Baileys. I suggest that it's not a wise idea. He can't hold his booze. We're at a piano bar. He keeps making requests and all the "boys" are coming on to him. I'm getting more amused by the minute. We're there about four hours. Drinking and listening to show tunes. I notice a strange look on his face. He asks the pianist if he knows "Okla" and then he homaed all over the piano. Started a barf fest. It was spectacular. First story: Brother and I go to Vegas for a vacation. He’s straight as an arrow but loves musicals. As do I. So he starts drinking some horrible drink that includes Baileys. I suggest that it’s not a wise idea. He can’t hold his booze. We’re at a piano bar. He keeps making requests and all the “boys” are coming on to him. I’m getting more amused by the minute. We’re there about four hours. Drinking and listening to show tunes. I notice a strange look on his face. He asks the pianist if he knows “Okla” and then he homaed all over the piano. Started a barf fest. It was spectacular.

]]> By: Richie Masters http://thevegaseye.com/wordpress/win-tickets-to-the-premiere-of-spread/comment-page-1/#comment-682 Richie Masters Fri, 31 Jul 2009 21:28:43 +0000 http://thevegaseye.com/wordpress/?p=1291#comment-682 So this time, I was in town for Jeffs bachelor party. 16 of us had made it into town from Texas, California, New York, all over. We were ready to party. I see Donald at the airport at 10am. I had a beer in my hand by 10:02: good times. Anyway, we get to Vegas, we drink, we gamble, we drink, we get kicked out of the Balagio, we drink, and at midnightish, 6 of us show up at Rain in the Palm.Well. What do 6 people whove been drinking all day need? A shot. So, I walk up to the bar and order 6 shots for my buddies. While up there, I notice a REALLY hot girl and her rather large friend standing next to me. I say hello to her. She says hi in this really cute exotic accent. Well, I ask where she is from and she says Uruguay. I offer to buy her and her friend a shot. Im nice like that. Anyway, they take their shots, I bring 6 to my remaining non-passed out friends and we hang out for a while. Well, I go to the restroom and on the way back, I somehow get lost. See, Rain is a big circle and I couldnt find my friends. Well, all of a sudden, I spot Tom talking to the Uruguayan girls. So I walk over and they say that they want to leave. So, the four of us go to club Rio at the Rio where were staying. Well, we are hanging out (me with the hot girl, Tom with the grenade) and Tom wants to go to bed. Im still having fun so I suggest we go back to Rain. Well, the 3 of us get in a Limo and go. This is where it got weird. Were in the Limo the large girl (grenade) is on my left and the hot girl on my right. All of a sudden, the large girl puts her hand on my leg. The hot girl than puts her hand on my other leg. Im thinking this is pretty damn cool. So, grenade starts kissing my neck. Hot girl starts kissing my ear. Im now thinking best limo ride, EVER. All of a sudden, Grenade grabs my you know um junk. And looks into my eyes and says sweetly in broken English so, we go to your hotel, yes? For us it WEEL be $250 each yes? Im like what?!?!?!? she repeats Yes! For $250 each VEE go to your hotel and make sex. The following occurs: Me Er.. no. Grenade Vay not?? You do not have zee money?? Me No, I have Zee money, I just dont want to Grenade Ok. Its late. Vee do for $150 each. Yes? We go, get room, make sex. $300 for both of us. Me No! Grenade Why not?!?!? Me er. Im religious. At this point, the conversation ends. Needless to say, its a somewhat uncomfortable Limo ride the remaining 5 minutes that were together not speaking. You know, that whole oh, by the way, were HOOKERS thing can be quite awkward in a social situation. Yeah, who knew? Anyway, we get back to the Palm and grenade hauls ass. So Im stuck there with the really hot chick. She is just standing there looking at me with that oh I kinda should have mentioned to you that Id planned on having you pay me for sex are we still cool expression. Ive seen it a thousand times. Anyway. I say um what do you want to do now?. She says I want French Toast. Im thinking French Toast. What is that code for??? Drugs??? Hmmm. So I play dumb: You hungry?. Yes. Ok. So we go to eat at the all night place at the Palm. Now, I know what youre thinking, but hear me out: Ive just spent three hours in the company of a prostitute. Even the nicest French Toast cant cost more than $15. So I figure her time is easily worth $5 an hour. It seems fair to me. So we go there and sit down to eat and as we sit, I swear to god she pretends the last hour never happened. She asks about my family, we talked about Uruguay. It was really nice. Other than that whole offering to have sex with me for money thing, it was an ideal first date. Well, the meal was over and I was ready to go. She asked how I was getting back to the hotel and I told her that Id take a taxi. She offered to give me a ride. Sure, one might think that accepting a ride from a South American Prostitute youve never met is a bad idea, but she had a very honest face. Anyway, she gets her green pickup out of valet, complete with some rope and a shoe in the back yes really and were off to the hotel. We have more pleasant conversation and as we arrive she writes down her phone number and says listen. I really like you. Id like to see you tomorrow but no business. I just want to hang out. We can go to lunch, hang out by the pool, but I really like you. Im thinking for a second that I could actually hang out with her but through the fog that is alcohol clouding my brain I realize that I can not, in fact hang out with my new hooker friend. I really dont want to introduce my lunchdate to my friends as the girl who offered to double-team me in a limo with her friend for $300. Its just not the same as we met on a plane. Call me old fashioned. Whatever. So I get back to the hotel. There are 16 of us there, 4 per suite. I stagger into my room and there are bodies all over the place. Somehow, 8 of us were in one room. Yay. Whatever. I find a spot on the floor and roll up my sock and a shirt for a pillow. I then use a nice soft terrycloth towel as my blanket and go to sleep. Anyway, in the morning, we all start stirring. I look over at Tom and say hey man. Those girls from last night. They were hookers -Yeah, I know WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN I know ?!?!?!?! -I mean, I know they were hookers You didnt fucking think to tell me ?!?!?!? -Dude, I told you. no, Tom, you CLEARLY did NOT tell me that they were hookers -Yeah, sure I did When, exactly, did you fucking mention to me that the two girls were hookers, Tom ?!?!? -Before we went to the Rio. I said Hey, man. Want to go to the Rio with these two whores Tom!! I listen to Hip-Hop!! You might as well have said hoes or bitches You have to clearly say W-H-O-R-E-S or P-R-O-S-T-I-T-U-T-E-S. -Oh yeah I thought you might not have understood. My bad. yeah your bad. I need a beer So this time, I was in town for Jeffs bachelor party. 16 of us had made it into town from Texas, California, New York, all over. We were ready to party. I see Donald at the airport at 10am. I had a beer in my hand by 10:02: good times. Anyway, we get to Vegas, we drink, we gamble, we drink, we get kicked out of the Balagio, we drink, and at midnightish, 6 of us show up at Rain in the Palm.Well. What do 6 people whove been drinking all day need? A shot. So, I walk up to the bar and order 6 shots for my buddies. While up there, I notice a REALLY hot girl and her rather large friend standing next to me. I say hello to her. She says hi in this really cute exotic accent. Well, I ask where she is from and she says Uruguay. I offer to buy her and her friend a shot. Im nice like that. Anyway, they take their shots, I bring 6 to my remaining non-passed out friends and we hang out for a while.

Well, I go to the restroom and on the way back, I somehow get lost. See, Rain is a big circle and I couldnt find my friends. Well, all of a sudden, I spot Tom talking to the Uruguayan girls. So I walk over and they say that they want to leave. So, the four of us go to club Rio at the Rio where were staying. Well, we are hanging out (me with the hot girl, Tom with the grenade) and Tom wants to go to bed. Im still having fun so I suggest we go back to Rain. Well, the 3 of us get in a Limo and go. This is where it got weird.

Were in the Limo the large girl (grenade) is on my left and the hot girl on my right. All of a sudden, the large girl puts her hand on my leg. The hot girl than puts her hand on my other leg. Im thinking this is pretty damn cool. So, grenade starts kissing my neck. Hot girl starts kissing my ear. Im now thinking best limo ride, EVER. All of a sudden, Grenade grabs my you know um junk. And looks into my eyes and says sweetly in broken English so, we go to your hotel, yes? For us it WEEL be $250 each yes? Im like what?!?!?!? she repeats Yes! For $250 each VEE go to your hotel and make sex. The following occurs:

Me Er.. no.
Grenade Vay not?? You do not have zee money??
Me No, I have Zee money, I just dont want to
Grenade Ok. Its late. Vee do for $150 each. Yes? We go, get room, make sex. $300 for both of us.
Me No!
Grenade Why not?!?!?
Me er. Im religious.

At this point, the conversation ends. Needless to say, its a somewhat uncomfortable Limo ride the remaining 5 minutes that were together not speaking. You know, that whole oh, by the way, were HOOKERS thing can be quite awkward in a social situation. Yeah, who knew?

Anyway, we get back to the Palm and grenade hauls ass. So Im stuck there with the really hot chick. She is just standing there looking at me with that oh I kinda should have mentioned to you that Id planned on having you pay me for sex are we still cool expression. Ive seen it a thousand times. Anyway. I say um what do you want to do now?. She says I want French Toast. Im thinking French Toast. What is that code for??? Drugs??? Hmmm. So I play dumb: You hungry?. Yes. Ok. So we go to eat at the all night place at the Palm. Now, I know what youre thinking, but hear me out:
Ive just spent three hours in the company of a prostitute. Even the nicest French Toast cant cost more than $15. So I figure her time is easily worth $5 an hour. It seems fair to me. So we go there and sit down to eat and as we sit, I swear to god she pretends the last hour never happened. She asks about my family, we talked about Uruguay. It was really nice. Other than that whole offering to have sex with me for money thing, it was an ideal first date. Well, the meal was over and I was ready to go. She asked how I was getting back to the hotel and I told her that Id take a taxi. She offered to give me a ride. Sure, one might think that accepting a ride from a South American Prostitute youve never met is a bad idea, but she had a very honest face. Anyway, she gets her green pickup out of valet, complete with some rope and a shoe in the back yes really and were off to the hotel.

We have more pleasant conversation and as we arrive she writes down her phone number and says listen. I really like you. Id like to see you tomorrow but no business. I just want to hang out. We can go to lunch, hang out by the pool, but I really like you. Im thinking for a second that I could actually hang out with her but through the fog that is alcohol clouding my brain I realize that I can not, in fact hang out with my new hooker friend. I really dont want to introduce my lunchdate to my friends as the girl who offered to double-team me in a limo with her friend for $300. Its just not the same as we met on a plane. Call me old fashioned. Whatever.

So I get back to the hotel. There are 16 of us there, 4 per suite. I stagger into my room and there are bodies all over the place. Somehow, 8 of us were in one room. Yay. Whatever. I find a spot on the floor and roll up my sock and a shirt for a pillow. I then use a nice soft terrycloth towel as my blanket and go to sleep. Anyway, in the morning, we all start stirring. I look over at Tom and say
hey man. Those girls from last night. They were hookers
-Yeah, I know
WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN I know ?!?!?!?!
-I mean, I know they were hookers
You didnt fucking think to tell me ?!?!?!?
-Dude, I told you.
no, Tom, you CLEARLY did NOT tell me that they were hookers
-Yeah, sure I did
When, exactly, did you fucking mention to me that the two girls were hookers, Tom ?!?!?
-Before we went to the Rio. I said Hey, man. Want to go to the Rio with these two whores
Tom!! I listen to Hip-Hop!! You might as well have said hoes or bitches You have to clearly say W-H-O-R-E-S or P-R-O-S-T-I-T-U-T-E-S.
-Oh yeah I thought you might not have understood. My bad.
yeah your bad. I need a beer

]]> By: Anthony Woods http://thevegaseye.com/wordpress/win-tickets-to-the-premiere-of-spread/comment-page-1/#comment-679 Anthony Woods Fri, 31 Jul 2009 21:13:49 +0000 http://thevegaseye.com/wordpress/?p=1291#comment-679 I love the people watching; it's such an intense city. We'd meet the most random people. Some guys from Hawaii, one of them had followed his stripper girlfriend out there to try and patch things up, you could see his pain. A closeted homosexual drunk out of his mind, buying me Jager shots and trying to molest me at the Hard Rock. I like girls, but thanks for the shots, bro, I hope you work it out. Mullet hunts. We were wasted and came upon a group of teen girls who were arguing with their Mom chaperone, so I went up to this one girl with a snooty look on her face and said very sternly, "Don't give your Mom any lip, Tiffany!" They were flummoxed. I love the people watching; it’s such an intense city. We’d meet the most random people. Some guys from Hawaii, one of them had followed his stripper girlfriend out there to try and patch things up, you could see his pain. A closeted homosexual drunk out of his mind, buying me Jager shots and trying to molest me at the Hard Rock. I like girls, but thanks for the shots, bro, I hope you work it out. Mullet hunts. We were wasted and came upon a group of teen girls who were arguing with their Mom chaperone, so I went up to this one girl with a snooty look on her face and said very sternly, “Don’t give your Mom any lip, Tiffany!” They were flummoxed.

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