Tuesday, September 07, 2004

Sin City

The first time I heard that "What happens in X, stays in X" cliche was when we went to the Bahamas for Spring Break freshman year in college. That was the first thing they told us when we got there: "What happens in da Bahamas, stays in da Bahamas, haaaay." That last "haaaay" is actually the punchline to the fabulous "What does a gay horse eat?" joke, but it was mostly for effect while these Bahamanians raised the roof and hinted this was gonna be a really fun trip.

Well, Las Vegas was nuttier than squirrel turds this weekend...as I like to say, "Off the fuckin' charts." But since there's nothing I can really divulge about the trip that won't get someone in trouble, let's just say, "What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas." Twenty-two dudes getting the VIP treatment every which way makes for just a sick and expensive weekend. Thankfully there are no pictures of any strippers doing THE LYNDDIE to one of our crew (that link is safe for work, but it may not safe for chuckling your little balls off, so scroll down and check out those pics).

The one thing I can mention about the trip...the identity of poophopanonymous22 hath been revealed. Chalk that up to a mystery solved. My personal heckler happened to be on this trip and made the mistake of revealing his true identity. Poophop, you can no longer hide behind this shroud of secrecy -- the game is over, the jig is up. You better watch your step, punchy.

Oh, and here's a late addition that puts a great cap on the weekend...

7 Comments:

At 11:25 AM, Blogger poophopanonymous22 said...

not so fast ace, i have a few more tricks up my sleeve

 
At 11:53 AM, Blogger Ace Cowboy said...

You the man, poophop, don't ever change.

 
At 12:40 PM, Blogger Seyeko said...

The greatest thing about Vegas (and by greatest, I mean funniest) is that you could be strolling back to your hotel at like 6:15 and the morning and you'll still hear the *slap slap slap* of the street porn vendors!

Vegas is truly the city that never sleeps!

 
At 1:36 PM, Blogger Ace Cowboy said...

Or the *slap slap slap* of some phallyic object that looks like a leg entering a place it clearly should not have entered...or maybe it wasn't like a leg, maybe it was more like one of the columns in the Parthenon. Either way, jaws dropped. Silence is golden. Welcome to Friday night's festivities.

 
At 2:49 PM, Blogger Seyeko said...

*gasp*

I think I've heard about that on Ripleys Believe it or Whack!

Sounds like a Grade A time.

 
At 5:45 PM, Blogger poophopanonymous22 said...

wow, i just was told that on the return flight back from vegas, there were thoughts about turning the plane around due to someone in the bachelor party party, no name necessary. I mean, on a scale of 1-10, 10 being the most furious a man can be, that would have probably ranked somewhere in the high 20's, maybe 30, right??

 
At 5:52 PM, Blogger Ace Cowboy said...

I slept through that whole fiasco, poophop...but for all you people out there, apparently there was a fairly serious "Is anybody here a marine biologist?" episode on the plane with one of the dudes in our party. He fell down on the plane from exhaustion and dehydration, and perhaps the vicodin and weekend's drug residue, and slipped into temporary unconsciousness.

Had they turned that plane around, though, there would be no number to accurately place on the level of furiousness. In lieu of numbers, they would just change everyone's name to Furious Styles, Larry Fishburne's moniker from Boyz in Da Hood.

 

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