Blown1, Welcome to IHADAV8.com!

[Be4u]

Be4u
if you look upper , left corner, see the lights going around the hill,

[blown1]

Its not flat!,  very hilly, see the monutains on the right?  over 8,000 ft!
 were at 3500ft , colorado river is 100ft ele, and 30 miles away.
 see for yourself, when you visit Las Vegas,
Thanks
 blown1

[DCEPTCN]

Decptcn.....
 when you heading

[Be4u]

Dceptcn, I have a good mind to fly into Stanley NM and ride up with you.

[DCEPTCN]

Dceptcn, I have a good mind to fly into Stanley NM and ride up with you.

Well, Stanley doesn't even have a gas pump- let alone an airport! lol Besides, you've never met me.....imagine what it would be like to find out that you really can't stnd someone- then realize it's another 10 hours to Vegas! lol Or worse, find out that I was one of those guys who thinks his farts (in the car, no less) are funny.....over and over again.

Also, I'm pretty sure that the price would be pretty close whether you flew into Vegas or Albuquerque... ..but, just the same- anytime you gots business in NM, I'll pick you up!

[Be4u]

That remindes me of something that happened today. Dealing six deck blackjack...a foul odor emits and almost kills me. I talk shit while dealing in the first place...you know, "gimme your money" as I talk their losing bets and "I just won more money than you did" (people love that when I get paid on a tip and their buddy loses) So anyways, the odor. I start waving the table and everyone is dying...I cant even count correctly...I point out who it was and we made him get up everytime he had to fart. He blamed it on the gumbo...I thought he was just mad at me.

I guess I just think of you as one of my boys. Your right though...you may hate me on first glance.

[DCEPTCN]

That remindes me of something that happened today. Dealing six deck blackjack...a foul odor emits and almost kills me. I talk shit while dealing in the first place...you know, "gimme your money" as I talk their losing bets and "I just won more money than you did" (people love that when I get paid on a tip and their buddy loses) So anyways, the odor. I start waving the table and everyone is dying...I cant even count correctly...I point out who it was and we made him get up everytime he had to fart. He blamed it on the gumbo...I thought he was just mad at me.

I guess I just think of you as one of my boys. Your right though...you may hate me on first glance.

Doubtful, buddy.......an d god, I hate farters.

[DCEPTCN]

I leave around 1 or 2 am so that I get into Vegas around 1 pm.......it's a long drive, homeboy. On second thought, you've never been out west, huh? You'd probably love the scenery......o nce the sun came up.