My sister and I just got back from a fun-filled trip to Las Vegas, the city where you cannot possibly be dressed inappropriately, in either direction. Brace yourself for a slow trickle of photos from our adventure. Sure, I could just load 'em up without culling or correcting, but then you, gentle reader, would have to sift through the crap. That is not as it should be. As I recently found myself crying out by the light of a tiki torch, "Not editing is wrong!"
And so, with that warning out of the way, we begin.
We spot these in some gift shop at the Mirage.
They want your soul.
I yelp, "Aiyee!" Alanna says, "You can't just leave those out! You have to put up a sign or something!"
Then Alanna tries to make one of them even more frightening. She fails.
