Last week I went to Las Vegas. I got drunk. Repeatedly. I turned 36 years of age. I found pancakes are hard to find and the best can be found at the Terrace Pointe Cafe in the Wynn. I ate exceedingly expensive dinners two nights running at Rao’s. The suite in which I stayed had three flat screen televisions, a dirty bathtub, and this picture of Peter Sellers in a magazine, which I find absolutely brilliant…
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