Sin City

Mmm, Fatburger...literally

Swallows not Spits

Arrrrrrrr!

How cliche'

Sigfried wasn't the only one eaten by the lion

The resemblance between Martin and Ceaser was uncanny

Double-down on Krakatoa

Our hotel...jealous much

'Aman Ra!' ~ Ancient Egyptian for Yeehaw

Spitnx

Dodging traffic on the strip can be a little hairy


Some Sin City Freestyle Prose for your enjoyment

Two men, so much sin in the capital city of it all. I swear, drink and curse, he robs. Together we take on the city itself. It's blinking lights causing serial seizures, its women of the night spreading venereal diseases, we breathe in all of the sin and smile. I am down, he is up, in more ways then one, but we take the city head on as only we know how. The Jacks flows then goes, by morning, the pain, it grows but continue on we must. Oh me, oh my, my head it hurts, my pockets are empty as is my purse. Hmm let us devour another Fatburger, it may make things better, after an hour my stomach begins to frown. Now cower in the shower, for another hour, still pained I might just sit down. Down the elevator spruced up to double down, on 11. Split those aces, 25 on red bull and vodka, here she comes, the lady in red grab us another for free. But nothings for free in the city of sin, another trip to the ATM, hey i finally won something, I like this game, just remember those four numbers. Numbers, numbers, ho hummness, then numbness, whir goes the ball, plop into the slot, so fast it spins, so fast it goes that wad in your back pocket. But never mind, off like a roctket we shoot to the next floor. So many floors ah Studio 54, so grand at the MGM grand, what is your hand, full house...says the house you lose, we schmooze VIP, oh aussie you say well G'day come play some texas holdem'. So we play to win, golden and green, the colour of our country and the colour of money in this country how funny is one and the same. Now the end is nigh, what time have I, no idea, no clocks just scotch on the rocks and our heads on the pillow they fall. As we dream of those lights and crazy tunes, of one armed bandits and croupiers so cool til we wake tomorrow afternoon.

- Luke Mitchell 11/3/07