I woke up this morning and rubbed my eyes and I could still smell steak sauce under my fingernails from the dinner from the night before. Steak sauce under my nails even after several hand washes? Yea, I’m a savage like that. While most people may wake up in Vegas smelling like cigarette smoke, booze, and the party smell in general, I wake up smelling like steak. Oh, so much food, so little space in my stomach.
Pool side
Sitting in the shade in the water under the mister, I nevertheless fear the serious possibility of spontaneous combustion. IT’S SO HOT OUT HERE. I just might burst into flames. Hm men are starting to talk to me- time to go.
Dining at the Top of the World in the Stratosphere:
I shared a similar, carnivorous diet with the lions on display at the MGM Grand:
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