Las Vegas is meaningless, A stupid project of a somewhat past alcohol that I read that some years ago he thought that the best place to get rid of his farm dressed as a schoolgirl was to lift a city in the desert. Yes, So surely one of his best friends, Enjoying your conditional, He bet anything that he had no balls to try and so they came up with the game, and then, that they were almost sure they were in a brothel or wanted to be, The whores came to weight, And the niece of one who made ballet in front of the mirror and shows. His name was Alicia and he was able to undress with one foot.
And yes, Someone decided to lift Las Vegas. And then, When everything was already going, The colleague of a neighbor, who snorted cornmeal before doing pancakes, Sometimes they even snorted them already made, He took some photos of his brother -in -law who had made a trip through Egypt and saw some pyramids and again the type of conditional, Already looking and capture, He said why don't we make a casino that ...?
A dark room where male dandy drank with two ice stones
And finally, To celebrate everything, The first casino owner's brother, that interpreted Elvis songs in a dark room where Varon Dandy drank with two ice stones and the gentlemen locked the shoes with olive oil and the ladies with soybean oil, decided to finish "Love me", get off the stage and announce your wedding. They all left, The Casino in full, With two cars and six helicopters to a newly open chapel in which Hualapais Indians were also sold and he gave the yes I want with a suit loaded with small lights and she with a hairstyle collected to the sides and a white tunic.
He was called Kevin Jones Morales, He was born in Guanajuato, had 50 years and weighed 98 kilos; And she was called Margaret, I was fourteen, He weighed a kilo and nine grams and was vegetarian as he corresponds to the hamsters. The chapel type, Faced with the success of the event, then opened a series of branches where express weddings were announced, stress and three, And right next to it he set up several tailor.
And all that I reviewed in my notes that was the official history of Las Vegas never written before to immerse myself in this scratched world in which everything is in purchase first and for sale later. And the truth, so that we will summarize or justify it, I provided with a fresh Starbuck coffee, At about nine in the morning, While I settled on my Black Jack table to continue the night, For the guy who invented this fun misfortune in which the boy scouts traffic with cocaine and headbands.
This fun misfortune in which zombies traffic with cocaine and headbands
There were about two hours left to leave the hotel and return to DF, I had just wet a donuts in dark milk and my night was still intact despite carrying 20 minutes awake. What I liked most about the city is that their nights are eternal, in loop, They survive even in the intense light of two in the afternoon. I prepared to sit at the table with the firm purpose of lineing with a few good hands. I just needed some Aces, Some figures and toothpaste. On three nights of constant game he had managed to win 150 dollars between comings and goings. To which I add others 150 When I discovered that sitting on the table the glasses are free. Including what I did not spend on alcohol, The profits exceeded the 300 U.S. dollars.
An oriental American fifties was my opponent. Beside me, a fat guy with a cap and two hands with ten fingers six hundred grams each would witness. I changed 100 U.S. dollars. She began to letters. Everything went very fast. The fat guy on my side asked for a beer. I ordered two napkins and water to wipe one coffee stain. He looked at me wistfully, like my coffee disturb his beer. I did. I was ashamed.
There was a storm of four and fifties on my side when the guy began to distribute. They fell from the hands of the Crupier to my part of the table with some indifference, As if the Aces and the Dieces no longer existed. Nor did he have the detail of giving me toothpaste. There was a huge eclipse of happiness. My chips won quickly. Five minutes later she looked at my last 15 U.S. dollars. I watched his cold gesture and looked at the sides to see if the emergency waitress arrived and was able to ask him a gin tonic that would later spill in the bathroom. I was no longer going to save the money, But I could save my honor. He didn't give time, He executed me with a seven and a lady, in front of its nine and ten. The fat guy while I think he had eaten a slot machine that put between two breads. I noticed it because in his eyes there were two sietes.
The fat guy while I think he had eaten a slot machine that put between two breads
The oriental croupier looked at me and looked at the other fifty dollars on the table. Salivaba. I remembered then that “What Happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas”, Only this time the stay seemed to indicate my dollars. With a cold gesture I got up slowly, I placed the chair in its place, I said goodbye to my executioner and my table partner. I threw just before I left my neighborhood neighbor and his ears lit up and began to spill coins through his mouth. He got off the sky then Tom Jones singing “What´s New Pussycat” and the entire casino began to dance a crazy choreography on the poker and roulette tables in which the men were wearing a diver fins and the women had combed at bay, Straps and shoulder t -shirt.
I while heading to the elevators with my 50 dollars of profit and wondering how coffee stains are removed…(continue)
