Just got back from Vegas, baby, what a riot. We were all like frickin wasted at the pool throwing back 40s for breakfast. The place was off the hook with smoking chicks, but there was this like convention in town with like these dicks in suits and shit.
This one dork was bragging about how he’d outperformed the market three years in a row and I’m like that’s nothing I got my bash on last night with this chick with tits out to here.
Then we bust out some deep ball in the parking lot and I took a couple cuts out of the park. Then we get in my buddy’s hummer and we take off down the strip checking all the tight booties, with the super woofers pounding out Verdi’s Requiem.
I was totally wasted.
Todd Mathers
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