Beer wench, more grog!
A midget assistant to deal w/ comments, calls, inquiries, and all orders of fried nachos that I so desire. He can also hold my hookah and follow me through the hallways always accompanied by yet another midget smaller than the first holding a hot coal and a fresh bowl of hookah along w/ a backpack full of refreshing drink. This would be good, as well as the imagery shown would insult onlookers and human rights activists.
Myself and the Sir Wallace had a chance idea. A thought so absurd that .... it had to be seen to its peak. The suggestion of DDR at the Riviera. Such a comment and follow through has been over a year in the making. The pay off was rediculously sweet. The emotion, the granduer, the sweat, the $2.50 plunked into the machine, the pain in your thighs!!!! JESUS ALMIGHTY! IT WAS GLORIOUS!!! The energy and adrenaline rushing through your veins! The dissappointment of being unable to pass MAX 300, the determination to continue on until MAX is beaten and our bodies hardened and tone is pumping through our veins. WE CANNOT BE DENIED!!!!
Fear me.
Myself and the Sir Wallace had a chance idea. A thought so absurd that .... it had to be seen to its peak. The suggestion of DDR at the Riviera. Such a comment and follow through has been over a year in the making. The pay off was rediculously sweet. The emotion, the granduer, the sweat, the $2.50 plunked into the machine, the pain in your thighs!!!! JESUS ALMIGHTY! IT WAS GLORIOUS!!! The energy and adrenaline rushing through your veins! The dissappointment of being unable to pass MAX 300, the determination to continue on until MAX is beaten and our bodies hardened and tone is pumping through our veins. WE CANNOT BE DENIED!!!!
Fear me.