On many Saturday mornings I awake dazed and confused. When I lift my head from my drool covered pillow I cannot help but wonder where the hell I am and how the hell did I get here. Eventually, hurting and hungover, I''ll get up and I'll stagger to the window, look out upon the unfamiliar surroundings and exclaim,
'Shit! Is this Vegas?'
I'm sure your Saturday mornings are mostly the same.
'Shit! Is this Vegas?'
I'm sure your Saturday mornings are mostly the same.