The wind was howling yesterday. I actually wore a jacket around town.
And of course, when anything happens in Las Vegas, including something as simple as the wind blowing … hilarity ensues.
Below is the scene at a local pool.
Yes, that is a table, chair, and umbrella.
In the pool.
I don’t even want to know what happened to the person who may have been sitting in it.
I’m assuming that he/she is in Munchkinland about right now.
Jacuzzi anyone?
Sure you might get impaled by a flying umbrella, but at least you’ll go out with a warm scrotum.
I also saw a lone magazine that was pinned to the bottom of the pool, so I moved in to take a closer look.
And being Las Vegas, the periodical that was blown to the bottom of the pool was, of course …
Porn ads!
I froze my ass off retrieving those ads, but at least I have a date for tonight.
