Some New Fucking Las Vegas Hotels fa crise sakes

Sooner or later the Italian that runs Las Vegas is going to visit this blog in order to better educate himself to the subtleties of life and it is to him I wish to speak. During the next round of hotel demolitions on the Strip I hope you'll consult me before you decide on any new "themes." - or ya know if you do some more new ones off the Strip too: can ya try and make 'em a little more sane? I mean, look at the Rio, that's sane. Can you see it over there? It's not even on the Strip; and it's not themed like a fuckin fairy's underwear-drawer and it's doing just fine. I suppose you know that, since you're the guy that put it there. But some o' these themed hotels, i mean they are from right out of a fuckin third-grade coloring book, jesus tap dancing christ, have a fuckin heart, it's fuckin' grown ups going to these things, ya know? Not fuckin' Disney's Reetards. Ok, first of all, this New York New York crap and this France crap and this Venice crap, and this Excalibur crap: they're pretty fucking lame. They're almost fucking GAY, my friend. No, I ain't callin' YOU gay. I'm just sayin' you gut someone on your staff makin' some pretty goddamn fuckin faggyass motherfuckin queerbait fucking dick-deep-into-a-man's-stinky-hairy-asshole decisions, ya know what I mean? What the fuck is next, the fucking Kirov Ballet Hotel and Fucking Tutufest Fucking Hotel and Casino?? The fuckin' Crossdressers Hotel and Casino? The goddamn Crotch-Thrusters Waggelly Testicle Tube-Tonsled Anus Stetched Jizz Compartment Cock Suckers Theme Hotel and Scrotum Yankers Casino? HUH??? YOU FUKKIN LISSINEN TA ME YOU FUKKIN PRICK!!!??? Sorry. I got excited. Whattaya want from me, uh? I'm Italian. What's inside comes outside, I can't help it. All that "prick" stuff, it's nuthin' personal. Ya know my friend, I fawkkin fugot where the I wuz in this conversation. Lemme relax an' start over. Why don't you next time put up something Gothic, ya know? something fucking cool. Something cooler than what a fucking reetard on the small yellow bus would giggle about. Like maybe the H.R. Giger Hotel and Casino. The H.P. Lovecraft Sunken Dungeon and Casino. Or even that fucking motherfucker Lucas with his fucking space fucks: The Star Wars Universe and Casino. With, ya know, the Star Wars Bar and the Sith Lounge and whatdafuck, you figure it out, ok? Enough with the fucking motherfucking France, fa crise sake. Have a fuckin' clue. It's the 21st fucking century. There's a nigger President in the White House. Oh, shit, that's right. Forget the whole thing, that nigger's probly gonna demand that the next hotel be the fucking Farrakan Chicken Fry and Jew Oven. Fagettit. Sorry ta fukkin bothuh ya.