Any Crazy/fun Vegas Stories?

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My friends and I are planning to during March Madness...

I'm excited but don't have that itch just yet...my friends can't wait. It will be a good break from Tax Season..

that being said, I need to hear some crazy Vegas stories to get me pumped up for this trip...thanks.

All stories/opinions welcome.


(Okay, no references to Hangover or Very Bad Things...thanks)
 
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This one time me and 3 buddies went and one of us got stuck on the roof of Caesar's Palace, we stole Mike Tyson's tiger, and I got married to a prostitute.

Sounds hilarious right. It wasn't.
 
I picked up a unlv cheerleader
The next night I made out with a girl who later told me she was a hooker
 
A few years ago, I organized a crazy bachelor party in a Las Vegas hotel with my best friends: Moore, Boyd, and two brothers Adam and Michael. We spent the night with drinks, drugs and a stripper. Shit got real when Michael got drunk and paid the stripper extra money for sex in the bathroom, then accidentally slammed her against a wall and put a towel hook through her head, killing her instantly.

Then we all started arguing over what to do--Adam wants call the police, Boyd demands that they bury her body in the desert--a hotel security guard came to investigate the noise and saw the corpse in the bathroom. In desperation, Boyd stabbed the guard to death and we're forced to dismember the bodies to take them to the desert for burial.

Over the next few days, Adam remains riddled with guilt over his role in the whole thing, particularly when the guard's disappearance appears in the paper. Meanwhile, Boyd becomes obsessed with gruesome death. At the rehearsal dinner, Adam cracks under the pressure and fights Michael in the parking lot. Though we break up the fight and convince Michael to leave, he tries to ram his jeep into Adam's beloved minivan. Adam desperately runs in front of his minivan to stop him and is crushed in the inevitable collision. In the hospital, Adam whispers something to his wife Lois before succumbing to his wounds. Michael, wracked with guilt, becomes slightly insane over his brother's death.

Lois calls us and demands answers about what happened in Las Vegas. I desperately made up a story about Adam sleeping with a prostitute, and not for the first time. But Boyd, suspecting that Lois does not believe us and will call the police, invades her home that night; they clash violently and he kills her. He then calls me and Moore to bring Michael to the house, where he quietly shoots him dead before rejoining me and Moore in the car. He concocts an alibi about a Michael/Lois/Adam love triangle to answer any interrogation by police. My wife and I are awarded custory of Adam and Lois' sons, but then we're conned out of most of Adam's life-insurance policy. I break down and confess the story to Laura privately, but she shrugs most of it off and insists that the wedding will proceed as planned.

On the wedding day, Boyd confronts me and demands Adam's life-insurance money; I refuse and a fight ensues. Intervening, Laura viciously beats Boyd with a hatstand, but during the wedding, Moore and I realize that best-man Boyd has the wedding rings. Moore retrieves them and Boyd succumbs to his injuries while Laura and I are married. Once we have a private moment, Laura demands that I bury Boyd's body in the desert, then leave no witnesses by killing Moore and Adam's dog. Moore and I head out to bury Boyd with the bodies of Michael, Tina, and the guard, but I cannot go through with killing Moore or the dog. Overcome reminiscing about happier times with my friends, I lose focus and crashed into a passing car.
Moore, the dog and I are all left disabled, and Laura is forced to look after us and Adam's sons for the rest of her hell-in-suburbia life.
 
Vegas has a nice vibe to it. When I was there the going ad on the street was 15 minutes to your room, with all sorts of escorts.

The Vegas back page has a buffet list.

All the Japanese competitors from Ninja Warrior were doing a show therer in 2007.

I missed much of the intown fun cause I was there for the Vegas to Reno Desert race.

Be sure and rent a whore, then go rent a 600hp trophy truck, and let us know which was more fun.

The Adult Video Industry awards happen there too!

I got a buddy going in a couple weeks, I'll a the report.
 
Do they still give u free drinks? Last time I went was 8 years ago. Should go back. Nothing like kissing lips of a girl who may have sucked off a guy earlier that night.
 
My friend also took two hookers back to his room. He had no money. So they proceeded to order everything on the roomservice menu that ended up costing him 600 bucks haha. Better than getting beat up by a pimp I suppose
 
Let's just say everytime I go, I shave a couple years off my life span.
 
In all seriousness I've only been once and it was with my wife. So no. Nothing fun. At all.
 
I saved a girl from a toxic boyfriend a couple of years ago. She was a cocaine addict and he was the pusher. She decided to quit coke and she came live with me for a short while. Long story short, she had a relapse after 3 months and went back to her pusher. To win her back, he promised her a trip to Vegas with lots coke.

When they got there, they started sniffing and playing in the casinos. They went to shows, bars, pretty much everywhere they could party on. They partied so much when the morning came, they needed sleep pills to get any sleep. The next "morning" (around 5 pm), she woke up and fixed some "breakfast". When she called him he didn't answer. He didn't do anything else either.

As you all have guessed, the guy was dead. 38 years old, millionaire, playboy, pusher: the guy had everything. Except restrain. They found such a deadly mix of cocaine, amphetamines and sleep pills in his system they were surprised he made it to 38.

Sure, it didn't really happen to me but, when the police came there, my ex-gf was traumatized. She was speaking French and being irrational so they took her phone and guess who was the last number called?

In the middle of the night, I get a call from Sin City (I'm in Montreal). The police is asking me to confirm I knew the girl. They wanted to be sure she was the GF and not a prostitute. So i get the whole story form a cop while I hear her cry and scream in the background. It was surreal, they even put her on the phone so I could calm her down in French.

I was feeling really bad since I wished the worst on her pusher-boyfriend-she-left-me-for and now, he wass lying dead while I'm consoling the girl. Needless to say, she came back home and we had a couple of more months of fun until she fell back into addiction and got impregnated by an addict.

So long! Don't call me back.
 
A few years ago, I organized a crazy bachelor party in a Las Vegas hotel with my best friends: Moore, Boyd, and two brothers Adam and Michael. We spent the night with drinks, drugs and a stripper. Shit got real when Michael got drunk and paid the stripper extra money for sex in the bathroom, then accidentally slammed her against a wall and put a towel hook through her head, killing her instantly.

Then we all started arguing over what to do--Adam wants call the police, Boyd demands that they bury her body in the desert--a hotel security guard came to investigate the noise and saw the corpse in the bathroom. In desperation, Boyd stabbed the guard to death and we're forced to dismember the bodies to take them to the desert for burial.

Over the next few days, Adam remains riddled with guilt over his role in the whole thing, particularly when the guard's disappearance appears in the paper. Meanwhile, Boyd becomes obsessed with gruesome death. At the rehearsal dinner, Adam cracks under the pressure and fights Michael in the parking lot. Though we break up the fight and convince Michael to leave, he tries to ram his jeep into Adam's beloved minivan. Adam desperately runs in front of his minivan to stop him and is crushed in the inevitable collision. In the hospital, Adam whispers something to his wife Lois before succumbing to his wounds. Michael, wracked with guilt, becomes slightly insane over his brother's death.

Lois calls us and demands answers about what happened in Las Vegas. I desperately made up a story about Adam sleeping with a prostitute, and not for the first time. But Boyd, suspecting that Lois does not believe us and will call the police, invades her home that night; they clash violently and he kills her. He then calls me and Moore to bring Michael to the house, where he quietly shoots him dead before rejoining me and Moore in the car. He concocts an alibi about a Michael/Lois/Adam love triangle to answer any interrogation by police. My wife and I are awarded custory of Adam and Lois' sons, but then we're conned out of most of Adam's life-insurance policy. I break down and confess the story to Laura privately, but she shrugs most of it off and insists that the wedding will proceed as planned.

On the wedding day, Boyd confronts me and demands Adam's life-insurance money; I refuse and a fight ensues. Intervening, Laura viciously beats Boyd with a hatstand, but during the wedding, Moore and I realize that best-man Boyd has the wedding rings. Moore retrieves them and Boyd succumbs to his injuries while Laura and I are married. Once we have a private moment, Laura demands that I bury Boyd's body in the desert, then leave no witnesses by killing Moore and Adam's dog. Moore and I head out to bury Boyd with the bodies of Michael, Tina, and the guard, but I cannot go through with killing Moore or the dog. Overcome reminiscing about happier times with my friends, I lose focus and crashed into a passing car.
Moore, the dog and I are all left disabled, and Laura is forced to look after us and Adam's sons for the rest of her hell-in-suburbia life.

What movie was that again cant remember the name. I remember one of the guys going crazy at the gas station lol.
 
This one time me and 3 buddies went and one of us got stuck on the roof of Caesar's Palace, we stole Mike Tyson's tiger, and I got married to a prostitute.

Sounds hilarious right. It wasn't.

Don't forget about the school kids and the taser,that part was funnier than hell.
 
I won 10K on roulette and slots and then went shopping with my ex and spent 5K of it, had a 500 dinner for 2, stripclubs and shows and left with 2K in profit. In retrospect I wasted the money, but if I could I would probably do it again, was a blast.
 
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