Shameless - 777
To My Dearest Office Champs,
We strolled into the Wynn hotel, rolling high and deep, pockets stuffed with $100 bills and shoes shined up from freshly fit fetishes. We expected nothing and everything. We knew that the weekend was going to be war torn with stories of great and adventures of legend.
And since the doldrums have sung their song of victory, it is time to give thanks and praise.
Never mind the fact that I made out with Angelina Jolie and her cougar friend. Let's not worry about the fantastic view from our room sitting at the throne of greatness. Forget about the mobs of girls that crossed our paths. Let us not stress about the tables at Jet, the shots from Alexa and her new found friends. So what if we were clubbing with David Spade and Mischa Barton winked at me. So we danced a bit with Swedish Models and gave props to the famous Swedish Photographer. Pay small remembrance to the Oreo cookie delights, the go go dancers that bought us shots for our wild participation. The night wasn't so much about any of those things.
Let us give thanks instead to the simple fact that we simply do not suck at what we do.
777 FOR THE MOTHER FUCKIN BOOKS BITCHES!!!
The people who say "whatever happens in vegas, stays in vegas" really have nothing to show for it.
We strolled into the Wynn hotel, rolling high and deep, pockets stuffed with $100 bills and shoes shined up from freshly fit fetishes. We expected nothing and everything. We knew that the weekend was going to be war torn with stories of great and adventures of legend.
And since the doldrums have sung their song of victory, it is time to give thanks and praise.
Never mind the fact that I made out with Angelina Jolie and her cougar friend. Let's not worry about the fantastic view from our room sitting at the throne of greatness. Forget about the mobs of girls that crossed our paths. Let us not stress about the tables at Jet, the shots from Alexa and her new found friends. So what if we were clubbing with David Spade and Mischa Barton winked at me. So we danced a bit with Swedish Models and gave props to the famous Swedish Photographer. Pay small remembrance to the Oreo cookie delights, the go go dancers that bought us shots for our wild participation. The night wasn't so much about any of those things.
Let us give thanks instead to the simple fact that we simply do not suck at what we do.
777 FOR THE MOTHER FUCKIN BOOKS BITCHES!!!
The people who say "whatever happens in vegas, stays in vegas" really have nothing to show for it.