Things Change...

Well now.. it's been a weird month I must say. Back in the first week of July, I got a wild hair up my ass (Reminber I have a furry wolf ass) and take a vaction somewhere I've never been before. So, first thought was call up a hooker and that got me thinking. VEGAS BABY!


So after some planning, and hopping a plane (and then buying a ticket and getting into the plane)
I end up in Vegas. It was a nice flight, if you exclude the shitty attendants, massive amounts of air turblance and kids yelling and screaming.. Oh yeah.. and the bitch that forced me to turn off my cell phone (like from 'Airplane mode' to 'off) .. Jesus christ.. WHY THE FUCK is there an 'airplane mode' when you can't use it!? Soo I asked my Uncle who just happens to be a flight instructor for the FAA.. "Hey Unc? Why can't I use a Cell phone on an Airplane?".. and I degress.. I'll save that story for another post. ;)

ANYWAY... The ONLY good thing about this flight was the FUCKING HOT red head they sat me next to. You wouldn't believe it.. she had like boobies and stuff. (like 38DD's.. and NATURAL.. hmm baby!) and to top it all off, she and I hit it off from the moment I sat down. So after offically joining the mile high club (although, I've been telling my friends for years I was already in the club) I tell my new friend where I was staying and that I hoped to see her around.

Of course, I was thinking to myself (WHEW! that was close) and headed off to my Hotel. Due to the fact that I'm not rich (Anyone wish to donate to the 'poor Pogowolf fund.. please Email me) I thought that the Golden Nugget would be a good place to stay. Clean, good reviews, close to the old strip.. so the hookers should be cheaper! I really liked the place.. of course after they switched me from a non-smoking room to a smoking room.. (I mean, really. how I was to know that the fire alarms where going to go off?!) Got a good view from the room, and just a few moments walk out the back door to a good view of the strip and fremont street.

At this point I'm thinking to myself, "self?" (because that's what I call myself) "What am I doing to do now? " of course, the thought foats to my mind...

"BOOBS, BEER, and BABES".. Ok, I guess I need to hit the strip.

So, I got a cab and headed to the strip. Figured the Luxor would be a good place to start walk into the casino and you'll NEVER believe who I saw?! the HOT redhead from the plane! SNOOGINS!! She and I start talking, which lead to dinner and then some gamleing and then some drinking. Come to find out that she was 23, and just visting like myself. So we figured that we could hook up and be Vegas buddies for the week or so that we where going to be out there.

There's not much more of this story to tell, after I started in drinking I don't remember much more of the trip.. I can tell you that I woke up out of the haze about two days before I was supposed to go home and that HOT redhead was asleep next to me NEKKID!!!(woot!!!!!!!). So as I am looking around for my cigarettes hoping everything 'worked' up to its potential the night before, I saw this piece of paper telling me that I am now the proud owner of a brand new wife"

WTF?!?

I was a bit upset that I didn't remember the purchase so I called my credit card company and they verified it.. So I guess the Pogowolf got married, even if I don't remember it. I have one thing left to say about it; not only is this woman HOT, she can suck golf ball through a garden hose!! (One of those flat garden hoses btw..hmmmmm) ;)