I was just in Las Vegas over Super Bowl 44 weekend and I took a cab to the Wynn that smelled like the passenger before me had received a $2 rimjob from a carton of cigarettes, lubing the job with a liter of Brut cologne purchased from the local 7-11.
If I were riding in one of the following taxi cabs, the whole chasing tail thing would have been much easier and I probably would not have had to give up my search for top-shelf toosh only to succumb to the allure of said backseat Marlboro blow-jo with a side of cologne.
What happens in Vegas always ends up online.
