God dammit. I just reached peak gambling capacity (ie: clear urine) and I’m no longer in a casino. Oh well, there are worse places to be at 5am than Fatburger my friends. Besides, the lil woman and I are each up ten bucks, which covers dinner (or midmorning snack?) and a breakfast buffet apiece. Hooray for free drinks, ya jealous bastards!
He is a hideous beast. I call him Gamblor!
Sidenote: I never noticed that the Vegas Fatburger is right next to McDonalds. While midwest/eastern tourists may head straight for the golden arches, its completely unfair in regards to us So Californians. That’s like asking a guy whether he’d like to bang Christy Turlington or that Rocky Dennis kid from Mask. Not only is it a gross insult to one’s personal taste, but it makes you think of Cher, which if you haven’t vomited already, is enough to force your lunch through the esophagus at lightning speed.
