I'm sorry for leaving you, my pretties. I had to make an impromptu trip to Vegas. I know, poor me, right? Ha, yeah, poor me NOW since I lost all my money. I just don't know when to walk away. Actually, that's not true. I know exactly when to walk away. I just don't do it. I had a lot of fun losing all that money though. It's worth it. Right? I also left my pants in the hotel room. I'm more upset about losing my Old Navy khakis than I am about losing $500.I came up with some good phrases though, inspired by the losing of my pants.
"I lost my pants in Las Vegas"
"What you wear to Vegas stays in Vegas"
"CSI: Las Vegas couldn't find my pants"
"Leaving (my pants in) Las Vegas"
Ok, I admit those are lame. But seriously, it's pretty amusing to think that I actually lost my pants in Las Vegas. And not even in a good way.
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