I was driving back from a doctor’s appointment near Desert Springs Hospital, and I noticed a new feature that was being offered at an apartment complex.

COOL!

Is this a great town or what? We never, and I mean never got this kind of offer back east. As a matter of fact, it was somewhat frowned upon by management.

But not in Vegas. No Sir.

They throw the bitches in with the rent.

And not any old hoes, but BRAND NEW HOES!

This is why the housing market has gone to hell around here. Everyone wants to rent these keen apartments.

I’m already on the waiting list.

So more information is coming out about Dave and his wacky problems.

Apparently he got some woman to come to his private island and play hide the porkchop by offering to make her a model.

Sounds rather unoriginal, and is frankly below a master magician.

Nonetheless, this absolute genius of a woman decided that, yes, she did want to be a model. And agreed to go to his secluded private island where she was shocked to find that …. SURPRISE … Copperfield wanted to tap that ass and make her call him daddy.

Gee, even Stevie Wonder and Helen Keller would have seen that coming.

So female Einstein decides that she has been done wrong (no modeling contract), and files all the victim paperwork, at which point the FBI seizes David Copperfield’s cash.

I am still unclear as to what the cash did wrong. Maybe David used a rolled up $100 and stuck it in an unmentionable place, or maybe the cops just wanted the money.

Anyway, now women are coming out of the woodwork claiming that Copperfield also made advances toward them and are getting their 15 minutes of fame, blah, blah, blah

And now they released this voice mail message of Copperfield sounding creepy, interspersed with some other lady yapping about what an asshole he is:

http://www.breitbart.tv/?p=7369

I love the ominous music overlayed in the transitions.

Gee, an aging magician trying to get hot chicks in the audience to play his skin flute? Naaaaaaaaaaaaaw!

Anyway, the witch hunt is on, and it looks like Dave is going to have to do some politically correct groveling, have a bunch of stuff stolen from his house by “authorities”, and probably pay a settlement while making some kind of scripted apology. We all know the drill by now. No pun intended.

This whole thing does give me an idea, though.

Bette Midler is coming to town, and I need cash.

If I score front row seats, and flash my man boobs, who knows …

No, it’s just a dancer from the venerable Fremont Street strip club resting her weary feet.

I, for one, am glad to see that the quality of girls has finally improved.

This joint on East Flamingo actually spent the cash to get a big, backlit sign to say the exact opposite.

I’m thinking about stopping in here some evening, taking one of those little personal fans with me, and pointing it at the smokers so it doesn’t get in my face.  I’ll hold my nose and loudly complain about the smoke while chastising these people about their filthy habit.

After having the bullet(s) removed at the local Emergency Room, I’ll let you know how it went.

Who is Lonnie Hammargren?

He is a former brain surgeon, and former Nevada Lieutenant Governor, and an eccentric packrat. Not that there’s anything wrong with that.

Lonnie is well known in Vegas as perhaps one of the most prolific collectors of Las Vegas memorabilia on the planet, and most prolific collector of just about everything else on the planet, including Evil Keneival and Howard Hughes memorabilia.

His house is like the Neon Boneyard on acid.

He typically opens his house up for 4 hours per year to the general public at 4318 Ridgecrest Drive.

The house is actually a collection of 3 houses, each connected to each other. Apparently, Lonnie’s neighbors hated him for being a pathological packrat … so he bought their houses and stuffed a bunch of stuff into those as well.

A win-win situation.

I went early and got to speak to him personally on his front porch briefly, and got a few pictures of myself with him. Why? So I can add them to my collection of obscure photographs.

There was also food and live music in his backyard near the pool.

Lonnie was known for being a brain surgeon that refused to deal with insurance companies in his practice. His going rate was $500 per visit, and if you had insurance, it was up to you to file your own stuff.

This guy is a real Howard Hughes, except that he bathes, and is still extremely nice … even in his old age.

I came away from his home with about 800 photos, and it is going to take me a long time to sift through them.

They will eventually be here:

http://www.vegasrex.com/photos/hammargren/