I’m a twat. I’m a twat. I’m a twat.
A couple of swigs of cheap plonk on an empty stomach and I go completely off my tits.
Arsehole.
Anyway, to save me getting into further trouble, I thought it best to post some photos. Aaaahhh, I feel myself stepping back into the light.
The Grand Canyon
It’s a deep long hole with a river running through it. One… two… three…. JUMP!
Wonder Woman’s Helicopter
Yes, the delish superheroine is alive and living at the Grand Canyon shuttle site. She was off doing dirty bitch things with her truth lasso, so I didn’t actually see her unfortunately, but she’d left her helicopter parked there.
Yeeeeeeeee-Haaaaaaaaaaw Cowgirl
I had a strange experience with a card trickster at this ranch, but this cowgirl made me go a bit whatsit when she beckoned me over as I took this photo. She thought I was taking a picture of the horse, for fuck’s sake. The horse is called Jackson, and he smells a bit like a horse. I’m sure the cowgirl did too, but you’d let her off for that.
Actually, she looks a bit rough on this photo, but it wasn’t her teeth I was looking at.
Fremont Street Experience
Look at these nasty pieces of work!
Imagine coming across any of these on a dark night. What a thought, or several…
The Snoring Dog 
I suppose Wonder Women is getting on a bit. I’m always forgetting where I parked my Reliant Robin.
I LOVE Vegas! So many naughty things to do there that you get swept up in it all without even trying. You go outside, look up and all you see are ginormous electric billboards of T&A. So then you decide to advert your eyes and look down only to see all of the nudies from the discarded stripper/whore flyers. Okay, too much sex, you think to yourself, so you decide to just stay in your room. We stayed at Treasure Island and one whole wall of our room was nothing but mirrors. It was a live-action porn fantasy whether you wanted it or not – though I must admit I did bring my A game, since we were watching the action.
Ahhh – good times
Lisa
PS. an email will be coming sooner rather than later, just not right away. I miss you, darling, and I feel as though we have a lot to catch up with.
Lcf
i was supposed to be in vegas in August, but then my company decided to go into a redundancy consultation. bye bye vegas…
It seems that anybody who plans to go to Vegas has a terrible curse put on them.
No curses here – Lcf
You’re just a dirty bitch Lisa.
I am not! Although, I must confess, I’ve been having a particularly difficult time keepin my inner whore in check.