Dear Las Vegas:
You scare me.
It’s not just because you’re addicted to neon-lighting overkill. Or that you flaunt bare asses on billboards. Or that you pretend palm trees grow in the desert.
It’s not just because you’re essentially a hospice for washed-up entertainers. Or that noisy slot machines crowd every available space you own.
It’s not
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Which is considerable considering I am the younger sister.
Ok.
Congrats on getting the tickets. No really.
I'm happy for you. One of us should go.
Today I have to go out and get his new album. Can't wait.
Love your curtain rods,
Grem.
P.S.- This has got to be one of your funniest posts ever. Thank you.
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If I lived close enough to a volcano to get buried under a mudslide or tsunami, I'd sure as hell grab some popcorn and get my ass down there to watch the show. Get to it already.
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Your posts are always a pleasure to read. I agree this is my favorite one to date. I always get a smile on my face when I see you have made a new post. Partly because it doesn't happen often, but mostly cuz they are fun to read.
Reading you has been an altogether pleasurable experience. Thanks. Tell Peanut I said hello.
Your faceless friend,
Shane
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