A Travel Ad for Venice, Italy’s Only City Modeled Entirely on a Las Vegas Resort
So utterly immersive, so totally believable, so deeply transporting that you just might think you are in Sin City.
So utterly immersive, so totally believable, so deeply transporting that you just might think you are in Sin City.
Step Five: Start having doubts about your tattoo, which is looking more and more like a colorable stencil on a paper placemat for kids
In Paris, we cry. In Paris we drink too much and enter the wrong apartment, accidentally sleeping in the wrong bed. That’s Paris.
Now, I should say that I don’t speak Spanish, but I do speak un poquito Spanish. Is that bueno with everyone?
My mask's jerky hole? Yes, what’s that? It’s a hole for eating jerky. I don’t think that works. Please don’t. Oh, you’re showing me already.
Have a visible breakfast of two croissants, orange juice, and a glass of red wine on Zoom. Complain how you had to make the croissants by hand.
How am I supposed to get people to think I’m cultured and experienced if I don’t have the selfies with European landmarks to prove it?
Have you been sculpting a triumphal arch, but can’t nail the reliefs? Are you hammering away at that sarcophagus, but the measurements are all off?
Argentina = Sayonargentina / Ireland = Expireland / Israel = Wasrael / Italy = Quitaly / Portugal = Deportugal / Qatar = Qatar Loose
Here-Straight-From-Military Guy: Has probably already committed war crimes. Drinks water out of a milk-gallon container.
Flying machine release date / Signs thy husband doth disrobing thy house maid / How to disrobe thy house maid / Paintings of breasts nearith me
I’m not some lame meme for TikTok. I’m a piece of art, dude. I live here! In a museum! Where do you live? A shared one-bedroom in Bushwick?