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Monday
May172010

Weekend in Vegas

Average weekend in Vegas. Drinking, gambling, strip clubs, married women. Let's skip right to the dead girl. 

Oh, and during the day, Kessler got a tattoo in Old Town while Yaya gambled and I played chicken with old ladies in Rascal scooters. I hate Vegas during the day.

And what's this new trend? We ate dinner at a posh steak restaurant in the hotel, and apparently, this is where you wine and dine prostitutes before you pay to have sex with them. Personally, I don't pay for anything before I have sex with any girl. But hookers?

Early morning, the club in the hotel was fun. I ended up in my hotel room with the dead girl. Not dead yet, of course. But she starts in with the coke and ecstasy after shots of Jaeger earlier. I have no interest in that shit; I just want her panties around my neck. 

In the morning, I found her on the floor, not the bed. Still passed out. I couldn't wake her up, so I got Kessler to help me carry her to her room, since she was staying in the same hotel. With both her arms around our necks, sunglasses over her eyes, we dragged her down the hallway to the elevators. 

We shared the elevator with Family of three: mom, dad, and little boy. 

"Is she dead?" the little boy asked.

Kessler took a handful of her hair from behind, lifted her head and shook it. Then he let go of her hair and her head plopped back down again. 

The little boy chuckled. Maybe because he now saw the cock Kessler had drawn on her face.

The parents pulled their son closer to them, moved back into a corner. 

We got off on her floor, started dragging her along, then both stopped and looked at each other.

We suddenly realized that this could very possibly be a "Weekend at Bernie's" moment. 

"Drag faster," I said.

We raced down the hallway as fast as we could, found her room, her key card, and ran inside. We plopped her on her bed and just stared at her for a moment.

"I didn't do it," I said.

We ran out of the room. 

In reflection, maybe I should have checked her pulse. Maybe I should have called an ambulance. Or maybe I just shouldn't fuck around with crack whores from Oklahoma. 

Later that day I got a text from the dead girl. All she said was, "Asshole." I assume that was for the cock drawn on her face. I mean, she didn't know I thought she was dead and just dumped her off. That would really make me an asshole. 

But what she doesn't know, won't kill her. 

Reader Comments (12)

Upside...she's not dead. Downside...she's not dead...psycho crack whore from OK may come looking for you.

May 17, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterTech Babe

She was going to be in Vegas for another 2 days. She won't make it out alive. No worries.

May 17, 2010 | Registered CommenterJason X

Hope you have all your cards on you and ID!

May 17, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterTech Babe

I only make those kinds of mistakes once. Or twice.

May 17, 2010 | Registered CommenterJason X

You gave her a phone number? Give it to me! I won't text "asshole" to you!

May 17, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterDevilbluedress

Devilbluedress: Kessler gave it to her. He's also the asshole who drew a cock on her face...

May 17, 2010 | Registered CommenterJason X

I almost skipped this story because the girl in that picture is so disturbing. Hopefully she looked much better than that. I wouldn't even fuck that girl with Jason Y's cock...

May 18, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterAce

Ace: She definitely didn't look that way the night before. The morning... Well, we all look pretty disturbing the next morning in Vegas...

May 18, 2010 | Registered CommenterJason X

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May 22, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterJose Mackey

This blog would make a great plot for a horror film.

May 22, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterJ.R. LeMar

Jose: We do all in-house development. Unless you provide cute business analysts with medium to large breasts on a contract basis; then we should talk.

J.R.: I agree. Maybe the next Freddy sequel.

May 22, 2010 | Registered CommenterJason X

lmao...........that story is halarious................not so halarious is she was dead!!!! lol

May 25, 2010 | Unregistered Commenterm. mc donald

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