I am in Las Vegas.
As you know, I’ve been to Las Vegas enough so I don’t need maps. I can drive around the city to wherever I want to go. A little known factoid: Every female I’ve been serious about has been here with me. My wife already knows, so that’s no big deal. It is true I like coming here, but I am definitely ready to go when I leave.
On the way out here, I had to transfer at El Paso. Now I just told you, I’ve been here enough. When I travel, I notice people. The one thing I really, REALLY notice is the number of tall women. Specifically, tall women with unusually large breasts.
Flights to Las Vegas are filled with skrippers. Doesn’t matter where I’m flying from. I’ve flown to Vegas from San Jose, Oakland, Dallas, San Antonio, Denver, San Diego and now El Paso. The one thing they had in common was an unusual amount of tall women with the kind of ta-ta’s you MUST look at.
Now you want to criticize me. You want to say, BSP, how do you know those women are skrippers? They could very well be headed out to Las Vegas for other reasons.
I know, because I ASKED. When I asked a lady on the plane why she was headed to Las Vegas, she told me she was an exotic dancer. Not only that, she said there were several of them who worked with her. They fly out for weekends, make their money and go back home.
IN – YOUR – FACE. I almost asked where she was going to be at. Of course, I don’t patronize those places. Anymore.