Did you really think I was going to name this gallery anything else? Hunter S. Thompson is only my favorite writer ever. Okay, besides Arthur Rimbaud and Roger Zelazny... shut up.
Veni. Vedi. Vici.
Bitches.
Our sweet ass car... that we rented for our road trip to Vegas for Miss Sarah Dope's birthday!
This is how I feel about driving 4 hours to anywhere. This is also what I think of hotlinking so don't do it. Thanks.
Did you think we were going to leave Hey!Chris and Mikey behind? Come on, now.
Wormy and Maggot... no road trip is complete without beef jerky. Sweet, sweet beef jerky.
I am not always filled with rage. Just usually.
Hi Boobs.
Uh... guys. GUYS! Why the FUCK is there a helicopter being towed? Can you park a helicopter in a red zone?
Kolapandabunnyblahblahpetnamecuteseystuff
So LA traffic is pretty much awesome.
Welcome to Club E Cuts!
HAPPY BIRTHDAY SARAH DOPE!!!!!!!! WE LOVE YOU!!!
This trip sponsored by diabetes.
What do you mean we passed it? Uh........
This smear of lights is probably something cool.
The boys get ready to go out. Mikey's sweet hair provided by E Cuts and Sharpie.
Look! Nothing!
You'd never know I hate heights.
Miss Dope and her pimpin thigh highs.
Alicia Plague's sweet case of pink eye. She had it in both eyes AND strep throat. Most. Contagious. Woman. Ever.
Pink eye pretty much sucks.
Mmmmmmmmmm water.
The boys enjoy some tasty treats at the Mirage.
Swank bathrooms.
The boys win big!
Sarah Dope, Harris, and Me! The girls pretty much hate Harris since I carried him around all day on my shoulder.
He is named Harris, incidentally, because his hair looks like Sarah's and Sarah spelled backward sounds like Harris. Also, we stayed at Harah's... so... yeah.
Truly, the World's Most Hated Stuffed Giraffe.
The pimp ceiling at Harrah's
The Pimps - E Cuts and Alicia Plague.
Where we got our tarot's read. All of us got the Moon card, which is my card. Creepy!
Day Two: Miss Dope and I get up early to go sightsee...er, wander in aimless circles.
The Venetian is my favorite casino.
Our crazy lunch at Treasure Island, where some asshole maddogged us. Apparently, girls were a new concept to him.
Mikey and Hey!Chris won big playing Enchanted Unicorn. I guess there is something to Unicorn's after all.
The girls on the ramp to the Venetian
Tao, where we had an AMAZING dinner of Asian cuisine. I wanted to jump in these, since they are bathtub sized. I was overruled. Fascists.
Thus begins the art fagy portion of this photo gallery. Hold on to your berets, kiddies!
Miss Meghan, planning homicide again.
Raw fish. Ew.
The Boys enjoy some of our tast... HEY! MIKEY ATE THE LAST PIECE! Bro! I called that!
Uh...... well, the good news is it was less than we expected...
Aw! The boys picked up the check with their slot machine winnings! Thanks guys.
Lucille Ball came over to cook us dessert. I swear.
Leaving the restaurant was a bitch...
The cameras where everywhere after Meghan Mayhem and I expressed our feelings about Arnold's fiscal policies.
Oprah interviewed E Cuts about the political protest.
Then we wound up on Springer when I discovered Meghan was a NeoCon spy. TRAITOR!
All the controversy attracted the attention of Hugh Heffner, who invited us to a sweet party at the Playboy mansion.
While playing the party, Blue Man Group hired two new members to their show.
At the after party, we ran into J-Lo.
Eliza and J Lo almost threw down...
But the one and only Jean Luc Picard was there to encourage universal peace.
What is Vegas without a wedding?
We'll have better flowers at the real thing, I promise.
I STOLE YOUR MAN, MEGHAN! What now?
Damnit, Hey!Chris always steals everybody's man in the end.
Meghan and I assuage our broken hearts with a pole dance from Britney Spears...
While Alicia goes on to help Bono fight for global change.
We hit the clubs, which were jumpin' jumpin'.
Sarah and Meghan made it into the finals of American Idol, only to lose out to Bo Bice. They were robbed!
Eliza freaked out about that.
Hey!Chris hung out with his homeboy, Prince.
Who is very uh... big... in certain areas... like Europe and Japan. He sells crazy records overseas, yo.
Respect. No joke.
For anyone who ever said anything about Sarah's Combichrist gloves.
After the Haunted Maze, I needed a rest.
We play to win.
It could happen to you.
George Bush is a LIAR and a CRIMINAL and he should be IMPEACHED.
BRING OUR TROOPS HOME!
I don't advocate violence against political figures but it makes for a poignant picture. (Vote, volunteer, and protest, that is what I advocate.) I, personally, think George Bush is a travesty to the executive branch and brings shame to a nation that I love. These views are not necessarily the views of other people pictured on this website so keep that in mind. They are my personal views.
They faked the moon landing.
It wasn't Lee Harvey Oswald... it was the 36 Mafia.
Dead Presidents.
Making a wax hand. I can't even begin to explain why this is funny.
My personal mottos.
BYE VEGAS!
Happy Birthday, Sarah! Thanks for an awesome weekend!