strips and nipples

for the last time, it was "i will kick you so hard you'll end up in china," and not "i will kick you so hard you'll get a vagina."

the heat is certainly affecting everyone in vegas. hunger struck when we arrived here around 2am on wednesday, so we headed off to a 24/7 restaurant in the hotel. upon ordering a 9oz steak with hashbrown and toast, i was asked the usual, "how would you like your steak?" to which i answered "medium," and the not so usual "how would you like your toast?" to which i gave a two to three seconds pause.

i was extremely tempted to answer "toasted, please," but did not have the guts to. she ended up responding to my pause with "we have white, wheat, rye, sourdough..."

should've asked "what kind of bread would you like?" don't you think?

after a long, exhausting drive, during which david ended up snoring in the back of my car and sam talking with his friend over the phone while i had to pay attention to the dark, hilly, windy road where you can't even see more than three reflectors ahead of you, we passed the fuck out and did not wake up until 2pm wednesday.

entry on what happened on wednesday will be posted after i once again pass the fuck out. in short, it had too much crab and steak and heat.