Pork Chop Boy Goes Margaritaville
November 16, 2008
It was a gorgeous day in Las Vegas today. The weather was perfect in the mid to upper 70s, hardly a cloud in the sky and a slight breeze kept everyone cool in the sun.
So what should I do on a day like that? Grab a twenty-two year old English Gentleman and get him drunk on the strip while hanging out on the balcony of Margaritaville. It is a lot like tying a pork chop around his neck and throwing him into a pen of wolves. Kinda bloody for him, but a hell of a good time for me.
I made up a game. It is called “titty spotting”. We stood there and sipped our drinks while watching the girls go by. We had to shout ‘fake’ or ‘real’. We called them as we saw them.
After at least an hour of this he decided we should probably move on to a different sort of trouble. He declared, “One more fake and we’re going.” I agreed.
We couldn’t find another fake. It was taking just too long. He was amazed that this city which is known for fake everything actually has mostly real boobs walking the streets.
The video was taken from that same balcony in between rounds of the game. You might notice, for a Saturday afternoon, it was just not that busy on the strip today. Watch the people go by and count how many fakes you can spot.
Written by james on November 17, 2008 at 5:00 am
you were standing on the wrong balcony, move your game over to the balcony at the “Bank nightclub” and i dont think you have any trouble spotting fakes!