I'm glad you had a great time, everyone should.
But I'm going to be that asshole.
That is not awesome. Someone needs to talk to your husband.
The entitlement is strong.
No we find neither ratchets nor bottle rats, unicorns nor sea horses hot. Sorry.
Still, I'm glad you had fun, as you should.
But I'm going to be that asshole.
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Originally posted by wdreamgirl
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Originally posted by wdreamgirl
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Thanks everyone 
Saturday
What a sweetheart he was! He poured drinks for me and my girls all night, bought me smokes, looked after his wasted boys, kept the creepy creepers in check. Got me all starry eyed and giggly. Vegas boyfriend material for sure.
All of a sudden a random black guy walks up to Christy and says, “God damn girl, you are beautiful. Do you like shopping? Can I take you shopping?” We all burst out laughing. Really? Then I spotted his watch. Dripping shine, covered in diamonds. This guy knew everyone, he was giving daps and props to so many people. MGM employees were going out of their way to say hello. Who the hell is he?!
The guy asked us where we were going and said, “You ladies do not wait in line, you hear me?” He brought us up to front of the line, put us in a cab and paid for our ride to Bally’s. We got to Bally’s, walked over to Drai’s, saw the line up and decided we weren’t into it anymore.
As we were waiting for a taxi, we see the dude climb out of a Rolls by himself. He came up to us and asked where we were going and Christy told him that we were done, didn’t want to wait in line. He said, “I TOLD you girls, you DON’T wait in line. Let’s go.” But we were really done by then. The sun was coming up and I hate being in last night’s clothes and make up when the sun’s in the sky. So he put us in another taxi, paid the guy $100 so I wouldn’t have to put my smoke out (yes, seriously – when I told him not worry about it, he said “it’s just green, it’s just green”) and took Christy’s number. Apparently he worked for a record label and owned a concierge service.
Saturday
What a sweetheart he was! He poured drinks for me and my girls all night, bought me smokes, looked after his wasted boys, kept the creepy creepers in check. Got me all starry eyed and giggly. Vegas boyfriend material for sure.
All of a sudden a random black guy walks up to Christy and says, “God damn girl, you are beautiful. Do you like shopping? Can I take you shopping?” We all burst out laughing. Really? Then I spotted his watch. Dripping shine, covered in diamonds. This guy knew everyone, he was giving daps and props to so many people. MGM employees were going out of their way to say hello. Who the hell is he?!
The guy asked us where we were going and said, “You ladies do not wait in line, you hear me?” He brought us up to front of the line, put us in a cab and paid for our ride to Bally’s. We got to Bally’s, walked over to Drai’s, saw the line up and decided we weren’t into it anymore.
As we were waiting for a taxi, we see the dude climb out of a Rolls by himself. He came up to us and asked where we were going and Christy told him that we were done, didn’t want to wait in line. He said, “I TOLD you girls, you DON’T wait in line. Let’s go.” But we were really done by then. The sun was coming up and I hate being in last night’s clothes and make up when the sun’s in the sky. So he put us in another taxi, paid the guy $100 so I wouldn’t have to put my smoke out (yes, seriously – when I told him not worry about it, he said “it’s just green, it’s just green”) and took Christy’s number. Apparently he worked for a record label and owned a concierge service.
Originally posted by wdreamgirl
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No we find neither ratchets nor bottle rats, unicorns nor sea horses hot. Sorry.
Still, I'm glad you had fun, as you should.
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