January 29th, 2006

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G-Rated Bachelor Party Pics.


Happy to say that I survived two nights in Vegas with 30 fellow old bastards. Organizing T's bachelor party wasn't as bad as I thought it'd be, but there's no way in hell I'm organizing another one of these again. My arm looks like it's rubber - probably from spending so much time collecting money from these drunken motherfuckers.



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Vegas is like that gorgeous seductress dancing in the dark nightclub you pull out all the stops to bed. Then the next morning you wake up and realize that you've just had sex with a hyena woman. The sun is like the ugly light for this town.



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That's T, the bachelor on the left, along with a couple of the guys and our waitress at Tryst, which is probably the nicest club I've ever seen. This is the first time I've noticed the waitress's face.



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Another shot from Tryst. They had this woman dancing on top of the bar, who had the most impossible waist-to-hip ratio. Theoretically speaking, she shouldn't exist. It's like spotting a unicorn - a unicorn you masturbate to.



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The expression on the waiter's face evokes both laughter and tears. He is the feel-good movie of the year.



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