Fried Rice, Chicken Fingers, and Potatoe Skins…
I am one of three people in bed, ordering room service, and peacing out at midnight in Vegas. Eh, fuck Vegas. But, to clarify, not “fuck Thrillist” - Thrillist rocked and continues to rock. I, on the other hand, am just an anti-social loser who - according to my sister - feels like middle America barfed and thus we have Vegas. Fact. Night, Night!
