The one where I’ve Landed

That being figuritively, because as those who know me, I no likey airplanes.

So I’m in Las Vegas right now, and it’s oh, the temp of, oh, the surface of the Sun.

Because it’s not quite as hot as the inside of the Sun.

But only by a small, little, bit.

I’m right across from the Hofbräuhaus Las Vegas with all the look of a Bravarian castle. I’m sure if I wanted to I could get all kinds of schnitzel and kraut. I’m just unsure if I’d be required to drink one of those mega-cups-o-beer or dance some polka.

So I’m staying safe for right now, and going to find me the local In-N-Out hamburger.

Edit
I lied. After talking with my sister, who happened to go on a mission to Germany, I ended up wandering into the beer hall where I was assualted with polka music, pretzels, and girls in skimpy bavarian dress.

So, it didn’t turn out that way, and I got some Juagerschnitzel (Julie, go ahead and correct me).

Still hungering for a greesed up In-N-Out double double animal style though. I need that greese pit in mey Belly!