Postcards From Whoretown!

On pretty much every square of sidewalk in Vegas, there's a guy sullenly handing out flyers for escort services. Over the weekend, Joel and I grabbed as many as we could, just for yuks. They're kind of like Pokemon trading cards, except they're really expensive to fuck.


When I came home, I shared the cards with J'Net. She spent a lot of time reading and organizing(?) them.


The piece de resistance, however, was one that Joel happily captioned himself:



Sidenote: I just recently tried to give these smutcards to Tom Weingard as souvenirs, but he politely declined.