October 12th, 2004
Nudity factor: None.
Well that just sucks. If I'm flying up to Vegas, I at least want to see Debbie's boobs.
I heard she works in a few off-color words for the 9:30 show, though!
Bring the nudity factor yourself!! You know all the fun is in getting thrown out, anyway.
(By this I mean, nudify yourself, don't assault the performer!)
Debbie fell from grace and woke up decades later
Surprised to find herself replaced by younger starlets on the rise
It seems that times have changed so meet me in Las Vegas
With Pier, The Crooner and The Pack
Then strange events occurred at Gary Neuman's wedding
Tuned up her social skills and dusted off her resumé of charms
The same disease that found her lost in line with extras
Will send her to the casting couch.
Is this a subtle hint, sir? Because it's doable...
Not so much a subtle hint as it is a complete and utter moral imperative!
Ok, ok. Never let it be said that I do not give in to complete and utter moral imperatives.
Actually, Chuk wants to go too. Should we shoot for the Saturday night show? Or Sunday night?
Let's get this puppy planned later tonight. Sunday sounds best to me, maybe.