Turning Day Into Nighttime
Chapter: Comic
neurontin without a script So a few weeks ago Nick, Abe, and myself were in Las Vegas. With it just being the three of us, we would joke about how it was going to be a crazy weekend since we wouldn’t have anyone there to tell us to slow down. Basically, there’d be no voice of responsibility. At one point I would joke back that that could only end badly, and likely we’d all be too stuffed from eating to do anything else. Which is exactly what today’s comic is about.
http://mountaintopcampground.com/camper-rental/the-montana-2/ Travis “Sleeping in jeans isn’t as uncomfortable as you’d think” Kennedy
What gets eaten in Vegas, stays in your intestinal tract forever and ever and ever… Especially free shrimp buffets. They’ve been known to start whole civilizations in there.
But only if you can keep them in long enough.
Is this gonna be a sort of hangover series. That would be awesome! 🙂
Unfortunately, I doubt that three to six panels of three grown men gorging themselves would make for a good comic, unless a hobbit with the voice of an angel is singing in the background.
That’s more or less how my trip to New Orleans went…
That’s what I’m talkin’ ’bout!
Unbutton those pants with pride, gentlemen!
I unbotton before I even start.
With all tthe food available it’s a wonder that anyone even gambles.
My Dads lgic is the more I gamble the better food I can stuff in me
At some buffets the food is a gamble.
You gents better inform me the next time you guys are here. I’ll be your “Mr. Chow”, Filipino version.
We’ll have to keep that in mind.
Unfortunately, the voices telling me to stop are middle age, and my doctor!
It might be best to listen to that one.
Lunch be a lady tonight!
That’s my kind of lady!
I went to the lamest bachelor party of my life in vegas.
Next time they should take mommy.
Hangover of the worst kind
Never go to Vegas without an adult