Outstanding

Greetings.

I went to Las Vegas the other day. Twas a good bash for sho'. Granted, I didn't see any former U.S. presidents, but it was still an awesome few days. I developed quite an addiction to the craps (no Mum, that isn't a rude word) tables. However, I managed to lose a fair sum of money on said tables which was crap (yes Mum, that is a rude word).

We met some characters there as well. We had Ron, the most incompetent check-in desk worker in the world who we're guessing has probably been sacked since our visit; Mike, the most polite bouncer who you'll ever have the pleasure of getting kicked out of a club by; and Randy, the slightly unhinged gun range worker who got a little too excited at me shooting pictures of his ex girlfriend (pictured below) with guns. Outstanding.

Oh yea, John Baker was there as well.

At the shooting range, I thought it was nice that they also accommodated disabled wannabe commandos.

One thing that amused me when viewing the comments on my first blog entry was the kind of heel heat (wrestling term, look it up) that my right honorable brother, Ben Marshall, was generating. I'd be very interested to know who called him a 'saddo' (although I have a couple of ideas) and we'll get you both set up in a Hell in a Cell (wrestling term, look it up) match to end this feud.

Alright, that's enough.

Kind regards to all.


Adam Marshall

Wrestling Fan