Las Vegas Nevada, the "Shutters" bar within the Rio Hotel & Casino, 5:30am early Sunday morning:
Two extremely drunk 20something men sip $6 beers and discuss the fact that they both have flights out of Las Vegas coming up in the next few hours.
Man #1: "Dude, this flight is going to be so fucking painful.
Man #2: "The flight out of Vegas always sucks ass."
Man #1: "I wish there was some kind of, like, magical powder you could take where you could just wake up in a different place and have no memory of how you got there."
(long pause)
Man #2: "There is. It's called crystal!"
(laughter; high five)

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