I only hope that the first thing you do is check our blog ;) First things first, we have officially discussed and added a new form of documentation for yours truly as it has been determined that the one thing we all know I can do when I am reeaalllly drunk is call Bobby. So if there is no properly functioning camera or more likely camera operator, confirmation may also be made via a voice message which Bobby will then forward back to me and hopefully the wife can transfer it to my computer and somehow attach it to this blog. Mr. (fill in the state) is to state (pun intended) his name (not his real name of course, his state name) and the location (not on my person but in the world) of said kiss. Oh and for the record Israel is not a state... ask MN M (I think that is really punny too) unless it is Israel, Kansas.
Secondly I would like MN M to add a place for me to track how many of the kisses happen at da Palms. (damn! did I give it away?!)
MN M is officially in THE Vegas and we meet for a cocktail and some grub. It's going to be an early night, one or two drinks so she can meet the man behind the idea. (isn't that how it always starts?!) My roomie was going to stay home and be productive (ask her facebook status) but a friend of a friend is in town and "maybe you can both get Oregon." (damn! I gave it away again!) Sadly MN M retired for the evening, some nonsense about having to get up early for work. Previous to my arrival Mr. Oregon says, "get up on the bar and I'll take your picture. We can send it to Andrea." Lil J responds, "wait 'til M gets here and we'll take a funny picture." (Aside: she claims she was not referring to this blog) After a labyrinth experience in the Rio parking lot and some shameless objectification of women (yes I appreciate the irony) at McFadden's we decide to do something different.
Cut to ("I love it when you do cut to") Lil J "Oregon is a pretty obscure state." I agreed. "and he did want a picture."
Secondly I would like MN M to add a place for me to track how many of the kisses happen at da Palms. (damn! did I give it away?!)
MN M is officially in THE Vegas and we meet for a cocktail and some grub. It's going to be an early night, one or two drinks so she can meet the man behind the idea. (isn't that how it always starts?!) My roomie was going to stay home and be productive (ask her facebook status) but a friend of a friend is in town and "maybe you can both get Oregon." (damn! I gave it away again!) Sadly MN M retired for the evening, some nonsense about having to get up early for work. Previous to my arrival Mr. Oregon says, "get up on the bar and I'll take your picture. We can send it to Andrea." Lil J responds, "wait 'til M gets here and we'll take a funny picture." (Aside: she claims she was not referring to this blog) After a labyrinth experience in the Rio parking lot and some shameless objectification of women (yes I appreciate the irony) at McFadden's we decide to do something different.
Cut to ("I love it when you do cut to") Lil J "Oregon is a pretty obscure state." I agreed. "and he did want a picture."
Thanks Mr. Oregon! But it doesn't end there, I decided to stop at TB on Flamingo (Bobby, they added Mexican pizza sauce to the cheesy roll-up and it was pretty much the same thing as an m-f-ing cheeserito, the wife is right, driving all the way to Jones & 215 is silly) and the truck (Mr. Oregon drives a truck BTWay) in front of me... well you'll see :) 2 down... 48 to go
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