What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas???
Last Thursday while dining at Craftsteak at the MGM Grand, I observed Subway diet pitchman Jared Fogel at the next table eating what did not appear to be an 8 gram of fat or less Subway sandwich. Do people really think they can do whatever they want in Vegas without having it get out?
posted by Jack at 5/22/2005 09:11:00 PM
39 Comments:
If you think the Jared Fogel story is out, just wait until you hear what we all heard about you! Rumors are flying in Beaumont about Mr. Chi's trip to Vegas! I tried to subdue it and say, "Hey, what goes on Vegas, stays in Vegas - as long as no one in Beaumont finds out about it!" Remember that Beaumont is a vile place when it comes to gossip!
Don't be silly, Thumby. I know for a fact that there's never been any gossip in Beaumont about the Firm Trip.
Wang, I think you like me deep down inside beneath that harsh, witty, biting exterior. Now, I know you don't have a heart or a soul or anything -- you are indeed a barrister.
P.S. Wang, I like it when you call me Thumby. It makes my heart flutter.
*evil giggles*
I would be willing to sell my story to the highest bidder or a really nice tantra chair...
Anonymous, what would you tell me for a red couch?
Dave
Dave- it would depend on the red couch and how much Mr Wang would pay me to not tell, of course...
His currency is pretty strong with me, but I do like red silk and certain couches a lot too.
Anonymous,
You would love my couch. I can beat Wang any day of the week.
Thumby,
You can beat Mr. Wang? Prove it and I will more than happily tell all. I can't imagine how you could possibly beat the versatile, cool, and sensual experience provided by Mr. Wang.
However, on the off chance you can, please post picture of said couch.
Please Thumby! While I have no doubt that you can beat Wang with the best of 'em, that's the sort of thing one ought to do in private, not in the House of Pancakes.
Wang, I just wanted to get your attention so you would call me "Thumby" again. There you go inferring sexual innuedo where there was none. Or was there?
Anonymous, I can't post my beautiful red couch, but you can ask Wang if he likes it.
well Mr. Wang, how do you like Thumby's red couch?
Haha! Damn, Wang! Did you get a dose of Funky Cold Medina or what?
Jen, it definitely sounds like Wang got a dose.
A "dose"? S**T.... Do you know something I don't?
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The Scene:
London, 1892;
16 Tite Street, Chelsea: The residence of Mr Oscar Wilde.
Hansom cabs gallop past outside. In the drawing room, a crowd of suitably dressed folk are engaged in typically brilliant conversation, laughing affectedly and drinking champagne.
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THE PRINCE OF WALES:
Ah, my congratulations, Wilde. Your play is a great success. The whole of London's talking about you.
OSCAR WILDE:
Your highness, there is only one thing in the world worse than being talked about, and that is not being talked about.
(There follows fifteen seconds of restrained and sycophantic laughter)
THE PRINCE OF WALES:
Oh, very witty, Wilde ..... very, very witty.
JAMES McNEILL WHISTLER:
There is only one thing in the world worse than being witty, and that is not being witty.
(Fifteeen more seconds of the same)
OSCAR WILDE:
I wish I had said that Whistler.
JAMES McNEILL WHISTLER:
Ah, you will, Oscar, you will.
(more laughter)
OSCAR WILDE:
Your Highness, do you know James McNeill Whistler?
THE PRINCE OF WALES:
Yes, we've played squash together.
OSCAR WILDE:
There is only one thing worse than playing squash together, and that is playing it by yourself.
(silence)
OSCAR WILDE:
I wish I hadn't said that.
JAMES McNEILL WHISTLER:
But you did, Oscar, you did.
(a little laughter)
THE PRINCE OF WALES:
Well, you must forgive me, Wilde, but I must get back up the Palace.
OSCAR WILDE:
Your Majesty, you're like a big jam doughnut with cream on the top.
THE PRINCE OF WALES:
I beg your pardon?
OSCAR WILDE:
Um ..... It was one of Whistler's.
JAMES McNEILL WHISTLER:
I didn't say that.
OSCAR WILDE:
You did, James, you did.
THE PRINCE OF WALES:
Well, Mr. Whistler?
JAMES McNEILL WHISTLER:
I- I meant, Your Majesty, that, uh, like a doughnut your arrival gives us pleasure and your departure merely makes us hungry for more.
(laughter and congratulations)
JAMES McNEILL WHISTLER:
Yes, thank you. Right, Your Majesty is like a stream of bat's piss.
(gasps)
THE PRINCE OF WALES:
What?
JAMES McNEILL WHISTLER:
It was one of Wilde's.
OSCAR WILDE:
It sodding was not! It was Shaw!
THE PRINCE OF WALES:
Well, Mr. Shaw?
GEORGE BERNARD SHAW:
I, um, I, ah, I merely meant, Your Majesty, that, ah, you shine out like a shaft of gold when all around is dark.
THE PRINCE OF WALES:
Oh, ho-ho, very good.
GEORGE BERNARD SHAW:
Right. Your Majesty is like a dose of clap.
(gasps)
THE PRINCE OF WALES:
What?!?
GEORGE BERNARD SHAW:
Before you arrive is pleasure, but after is a pain in the dong.
THE PRINCE OF WALES:
I beg your pardon?
GEORGE BERNARD SHAW:
It was one of Wilde's.
OSCAR WILDE:
Wha-
THE PRINCE OF WALES:
Well, Mr. Wilde?
GEORGE BERNARD SHAW:
Come on, Ozzy.
OSCAR WILDE:
Uh ..... uh, wha-, wha- .....
GEORGE BERNARD SHAW:
Come on, Ozzy, now, tell us all about it.
OSCAR WILDE:
Wha-, what I meant, Your Majesty, uh-h-h .....
(general heckling from the crowd)
JAMES McNEILL WHISTLER:
Let's have a bit of the old wit then!
OSCAR WILDE:
What, what-
THE PRINCE OF WALES:
I'm waiting.
OSCAR WILDE:
What I-, what I meant was .....
GEORGE BERNARD SHAW:
Come on, Ozzy, .....
JAMES McNEILL WHISTLER:
Give us a bit of the wit, Oz.
OSCAR WILDE:
Um, w-w-what I meant, Your Majesty, w-was ..... oh ..... (blows a raspberry)
(The Prince shakes Wilde's hand. Laughter all round.)
THE PRINCE OF WALES:
Oh! Excellent! Excellent, Wilde! Very witty, Wilde.
JAMES McNEILL WHISTLER:
Nice one, Oz!
THE PRINCE OF WALES:
Can you come and do that up the Palace some time? Extremely funny, ha-ha-ha .....
And Mr. Chi steps in and raises the level of the room.
Laurie Kay,
Wang is just avoiding the funky cold madina speculation. He's not really that high brown.
Laurie Kay,
Wang is just avoiding the funky cold madina speculation. He's not really that high brown.
I think Thumbster needs to join "I get off to posting tasteless comments in the House of Pancakes.com" Oh, they don't have that website up and running yet? Thumbster, I have found your calling!!!!!!
Fabu File Clerk,
You don't have a sense of humor!
Fabu File Clerk,
You don't have a sense of humor!
You can say that again!
Thumbster,
Nasty stutter you got there.
Nasty stutter you got there.
I just want the strutter's clothes, with or without him in them, but with him at hand so to speak. His shoes are all yours, and his socks of course-don't remember though-does he wear socks?
Fabu File Clerk,
The stutter is not mine. Evidently Wang's blog causes my comments to post twice.
Anonymous,
I don't know. Does he wear socks? Probably.
Dearest Thumby,
Why would I want a couch that Mr. Wang has so politely refused to comment on? You'll have to up your offer or live without. I also have pictures too!!
*evil chortling*
I can resist anything but temptation -Oscar Wilde
Trust me, Anonymous, you would like the couch. Wang hasn't said anything because he is being evasive.
well if you can't post a picture and Mr. Wang hasn't been moved to even comment on the couch, I am afraid it is mythical payment as far as hot Vegas gossip goes.
Of course, I can certainly understand why he would not want to comment, as it is gossip about HIM being bargained for.
Perhaps you have something else to offer?
What do you have in mind?
What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas. Just before Vegas is another story!
Anonymous,
Just before Vegas?!?! Am I going to be really upset about this?
Oh yeah
Yello and Anonymous:
It is probably best that I not know the truth. Ignorance is bliss and denial can be a wonderful thing.
"The truth will set you free," if you wish to be free.
Staunch denial is for those who prefer to be restrained.
I have never bought into that "what happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas" what fun is that?
Thumby, I would be worried more about what happens after Vegas.
I am taking final bids for the hot Wang gossip (with pictures) in Vegas...
going once...
Anonymous,
What do you mean after Vegas?!?
If you have real photos, I will consider payng a modest bribe.
Sorry Thumby,
After seriously considering your generous offer of an unseen couch and "modest bribe," as well as Mr. Wang's recent explaination on how he rarely betrays confidences, I have decide to take the high road to not kiss and tell, and/or in this case, not tell and provide pictures, but thanks for playing, its been interesting. I do, of course, have real photos, as Mr. Wang well knows.
As to after Vegas, it seems you must wait and see, as you really have no choice anyway ;) *evil chortling*
I think she's a bluffin'.
Watch it Jethro, I know where you live...
Thanks, Anonymous. I return to my previous position that ignorance is bliss. But, I am not patient enough too wait and see. I would rather move on.
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