What Happens in Vegas ... My Ass

Stays in Vegas, schmays in Vegas - this picture is too great (read: mortifying for all involved) not to share with Tingley All Over readers. In case the sparkly g-strings didn't tip you off, we just returned from a fabulous Jerrett 30th B-day celebration in sinful Las Vegas. How delighted am I that I will always remember ringing in the dreaded June 6, 2006 (AKA 666 sign-o-the-beast) while sucking on a turkey leg at an all you can eat buffet and playing "Playboy" penny slots?

Although I must admit that Vegas has lost a little of its naughty street cred. The headache-inducing clanking slot wins have been replaced by silent bar code totals. The hotels have risen to uber Disney proportions filled with way more shopping than chip shuffling. And the local porn peddlers no longer shout at you like carnival barkers, instead they simply flick their girly flyers in your direction with a sound reminiscent of a playing card crammed into a spoked wheel.

Don't fret though, the trashy side of Vegas can still be found in downtown's Freemont Street. It's here you can bask in the glow of old-school neon lights, take in a topless review that may or may not include a midget wearing an eye patch and gorge on a buffet of anything that could not crawl out of the deep frier.

But as always, why tell you about my adventures when I can show you:

Wall of Shame ... uh, Fame

Gratuitous Artsy Hotel Room Shot

The Sphinxter

Judy's Chicken Challenge

In The Presence of Royalty (read carefully)

Fun (And Vomit) By The Yard

Who you Callin' Loose?

Love, Love

Love as Glitzy (or Gritty) as the Girls of Glitter Gulch

Love Jef

P.S. Totally unrelated to Vegas but delightful in it's own regard, here's a lil' link to some Bush hating too good to pass up. Turn up your speakers!