Music: The Beverly Hill Billies theme in my head.

Feeling: What time is it??

I'm back from Vegas. It was awesome.

I saw one of the hottest guys ever out there. Gary, dressed as Buddy Holly. He was one of the black jack dealers at the casino we stayed at. *drools* With liquid courage kicking in, I told him I wanted to bring him home to Florida with me in my suit case.

Wanna know the really fucked up part about it? He's gay. My uncle, Brad, had a better chance with him than I did. Brad took advantage of the situation & continuously fucked with me the rest of the trip. When we would finally stumble up to the rooms to sleep, Brad would peak his head inside my room & tell me that Buddy Holly was coming up after his shift.

Bastard.

We played the penny slots forever. The Beverly Hill Billies. I have the fucking theme song repeating in my head.

"Then one day while he was shooting for some food, up from the ground came a boiling pool. Oil that is. Black gold. Texas Tea."

The gambling gods still hate me, but the fun factor is way up.

Hopefully, the next guy I think is hot, isn't gay...

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