Wasting away again in pyrogenville

Thanks Turbo for posting.
Well, Lady Head's fever topped out at 101.6.
I still feel kinda crappy but went into work today at 11. A 11:10 my boss actually sent me home because he's paranoid about catching it. I guess this resolution of working harder at work is already paying dividends.
Last night was a television bonanza. First a doubleshot of Dog: The Bounty Hunter. Then Ceasar's Palace: 24/7. They basically show all this shit in the casino. Degenerate high rollers, wannabe high rollers, dildos hitting on chicks, catfights, etc. The catfight was pretty good. These two tranny-looking chicks (I mean heinous skanks) go to Vegas for one day b/c one of the skanks just broke up with her boyfriend of 6 years. After crying and drinking they head down to the bar to meet some playas. Of course these complete fuckheads come up top them (one guy had a skintight tank top and a newsboy/ivy hat cocked sideways, the other was a fat guy) and start hitting on them. They then go to the craps table (yay craps!) and get those digits of the ladies to call them to hook up later. As soon as the fuckheads walk away they see the one guy start making out with this other chick. Long story short, it's his girlfriend, they try to tell her what he was doing, and catfight!
Another good sequence is these 4 cheesedicks hitting on girls by the pool. These guys were deluded. Two were these sleazytypes and the other two were little weenies. They used the word "game" too much, as in "throwing our game", "we got mad game", "our game is tight", etc. SO they start hitting on these ladies by the pool (who weren't very classy themselves - "We come to Vegas with $100 and try not to spend a dime of it") and were getting "CB-ed" (as in cockblocked) by this old guy sitting next to them. The little weenies said, in narration, "This guy doesn't know who he's messin with. Our crew's game has been fire tested. You gotta show game to roll with us." or something very similar. Long story short, the girls gave them the wrong room number.
The best was these two white guys who sold everything they had to get money for the one guy's rap album. They spent everything on plane tickets to Vegas. Here's their business plan: stand in font of Ceasar's, rap for donations (panhandle) take the money inside to the blackjack table, win enough to make the album.
First off this guy freestyles which, if there's one thing I've learned from teaching at the city college in the south loop, is freestyle always sucks. Also, his raps sounded like the raps they have on kid's cartoons.
So he makes $63. Step one complete. Step 2 - blackjack. Long story short, the dealer feels bad about wiping him out (I wouldn't considering he was doing mini-raps the whole time he was at the table) and sends him to the side lounge where the jazz pianist's kid is an "up and coming hip-hop producer"), he gets to freestyle one rap with the band (all the old people in the lounge are clapping along) and he starts going on about "playing Ceasar's Palace."

Then was the apex of the night. Porn Star: The Legend of Ron Jeremy. Christ, I don't know where to begin. The guy who's proud his porn star wife is gonna get it in the ass by Ron, the new porn stars who look down on Ron (fuck you Semour Butts, he's fucking RON JEREMY), or the porn stars who love him. There's too much to tell. Rent this immediately. Or it's also on InDemand PPV but it may have ended it's run yesterday.

So off to bed with my trusty gatorade (Fierce Grape - the best) and the recent netflix arrival Bullet (no not Bullit - although that's a sweet movie too). The Mickey Rourke/ Tupac vehicle. Although Ted Levine steals the show as Louis. Now there's an underrated actor. "It puts the fucking lotion in the basket!"