I just got back from a business trip and did not have Internet connection to update my blog while I was gone.
I submit for your approval a photo essay of my Las Vegas trip. Yes, it is a photo essay of the breast. Breasts were everywhere: on billboards, on trucks driving by, on pieces of paper shoved at you as you walk down the street, on walls, and on statues.
All right, I know I am a lesbian but this has nothing to do with that. I was just amazed at the number of breasts I was surrounded with. And I did not even photograph all that I saw.
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Well, there are no bras with the breasts. And they are all "uplifted". So, maybe it's a conspiracy (or subliminal advertising) from the plastic surgeons of the area to sell more implants. 'Cause real ones aren't that perky if they aren't helped by Victoria and other Secrets!
We used to go through Vegas on the way to Spring Break in LA, and you have to take all and any photos of actual people with the people holding up the "Bad Fashion" salute. I'll scan one of my old ones and send it to you.
The best fashion was when I would walk through the casinos at 6 AM going to the conference and seeing all the people still in their evening wear still gambling, drinking, and smoking. They looked so disheveled and desperate.
I love all the pictures! Vegas is crazy, man.
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