Late to the game. We have this cat, Snowball:

There’s plenty to do, sure. However, there are also a lot of other people drinking and gambling gamboling around the Strip. They are easily avoidable if you’re a frequent flyer, as you are. If you don’t know shit from brown rocks, though, it can seem like there are packs of roving douchenozzles around every corner.

That, right there, is stuff of my dramascape pre-dream drift. It puts me to sleep but also ensures I stay single.

You all can stay under my rock. I have a lot of cactus flowers to share.