B-Trippin'

8:33am
B-Trip: Las Vegas Hilton (Room 1766)

Though this B-trip may be nothing to blog about, but I'd be remiss not to mention its power flush.

It's something to behold.

If you were to flush while still seated, you'd easily be sucked in. That's the caliber I'm talking about here. The flush not only takes your D, but all of the oxygen in the B-Trip (which is not always a bad thing since, by the time you're ready to flush, the oxygen don't always smell so nice.)

But why, you ask, is such strength remotely necessary?

Well, it makes sense if you think about it. Your D is embarking on a seventeen-story journey. Gravity alone simply won't do in this case because the aforementioned has to pass through a tantalizing gauntlet: The Star Trek Museum, Barry Manilow, Joe Piscopo, Menopause: The Musical, all of which are featured in the lobby.

You don't want the D to get sidetracked. After all, like attracts like.

But kidding aside, I suspect the wise-cracking subcontractors who built this room wanted to present visitors with a gentle reminder about the effect casinos have on your wallet.

And how.