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Thursday, September 13, 2007
The Ugly
Despite having to pay a minimum of $10 per beer, we still rightly earned a spot among the masses of the inebriated wandering down the strip. The only difference was that while all of the rest of the people were oohing and ahhing over the crazy shows outside of the hotels - like the singing and dancing number where around 50 dude pirates were hurling fireballs at 50 female slut pirates and screaming that they were going to steal the girls' make-up - we were the ones who were heckling the show. Next time we're gonna get those giant purple sippy cup full of pina coladas that people were wearing around their necks.