A Hillbilly in Vegas
Because you asked I’m gonna tell you what happened to Miss Hill Billy in the wedding in Vegas.
Quick fact: Miss Peach was a Youth Pastoress (female pastor) after her father found out she was doing the dirty she was sorta disowned, so she now has issues trying to be happy, I’m her evil voice.Miss Peach arrived late and no saying regarding the sleeping arrangements so she ended up stuck with the cousin nobody likes.
She texted me to complain and I asked to relax enjoy the week in Vegas, to gamble all her food stamps away and be happy.
Not really! You a coat poorer.
She met up with her sister (the only one in the family that likes her), she sent me a picture of a cocktail, a Lycheetini to which I replied “Nice to know you are relaxing and enjoying the night”.
Her answer was “Relaxing?! You gotta be kidding, this crap was 19 bucks plus tips, I’m broke now.”
I asked not to worry about the money, she could steal some from her mom.
Stealing was not necessary, Miss Peach hit jackpot and won $39 in a night, more money that she has ever seen in her life, she was ecstatic, I felt bad to tell her that with that money she couldn’t buy 2 Lycheetini, I was not going to rain on her parade but someone else did.
Some random guy puked on her brand new white coat, luckily for her the coat was on the chair.
This is the recount of the first 2 days of her stay in Vegas, so far rather dull, but wait till I ‘ll tell you about the trapeze lesson and the seizure during the wedding ceremony.
And tomorrow another guest blogger, don’t you miss it.
Please note that all I say about Miss Peach is true (except the food stamps part) and with her consent, only rules are no pic and no real name.
hey, who said they could make my dog into a cocktail in Vegas???
Glad the coat was on the chair.
Poor Empress, ended up in a glass.
It can only get better?
Miss Peach lives an eventful life.
Never a dull moment…..Leo you DO have some interesting friends!!
Pam
I’m surrounded by the best and weirdest people, but I’m lucky to say that all them have a great heart, full of alcohol at times but good lol
Miss Peach is a special case, the first disowned pastor-ess that I know.
She truly does sound like a most interesting friend. You have to admit – your crew of buddies give you some great “stuff” for blogging purposes!
Pam
uh oh a guy puked on her white coat ? off with the head of this fountain-guy ;o)
She was not a happy woman.
It seems Miss Peach is a bountiful gift for blogger stories.
It’s a shame that I cannot get her to write her own posts, she refuses to be “public”, I respect that and I’m pleased that she doesn’t mind me sharing her misfortunes.
Nonetheless, I hope she appreciates your twists on her happenings.
Vegas, you never know what will happen next.
It don’t believe a word of it because what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas.
Wow she is not boring
$39! Way to go. We can’t wait to hear more.
Oink oink,
Katie and Coccolino the mini pig
Lycheetini? What the heck is that? (God, I am so OLD. I remember when an apple-tini was the cutting edge of cool!
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Hey, as long as the casino staff hasn’t chucked her out the front door – the one on the 53rd floor! – she’s doing pretty good! Better than I ever have…..
That face of that peach haunts my nightmares!
Hey! I would happy winning 39 bucks! She’s quite a spectacle, that Miss Peach.
What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas until you are tagged on Facebook. Can’t wait for the trapeze lesson!
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I avoid wearing white coats. Well now you know why.
OMC! no wonder Dad and Mom NEVER go to Vegas!!