There was this little story in the Las Vegas papers while we were there:
http://www.reviewjournal.com/lvrj_home/2006/Jan-31-Tue-2006/news/5637964.html
but that's just the cover story that the police put out. Here's what reallly happened:
A group of us were walking near the location when The Central Scrutinizer, walking ahead of most of us, blurted out "I hate Rebecca" as a large crowd of (Large) Samoans were leaving the concert. Unfortunately, "I hate rebecca" translates into something one does in great privacy with the family livestock and the outraged Pacific Islanders took off after Scrut.
At the same time about 100 yards away, King Merv was trying to convince the doorman at the nearby Gentleman's club that he was, indeed, older than the age 15 he looks. "I'm tellin' ya, I'm twenty-five years old!" he shouted as another group of (Extra Large) Samoans were passing by. Sad to say, Merv's remarks in Samoan sound like you are suggesting that their mothers were goat ah, um, pluckers, and Merv was forced to run for his life, unwisely heading for the Scrutinizer and his pack of howling Micronesians.
It would have been all up for those two, but the JREF Forum team knew what to do. The SSSST (Super Secret Skeptic Sumo Team) of Randfan, Hutch, RS Lancaster and Joshua Korsoi deployed around the two embattled JREF'ers, forming an impenetrable wall and body-slamming any who tried to get through, while renata and rebecca used their soon-to-be famous skepchick crotch-killer manuever (Patent pending). Another group was pacified by Bruce showing them pictures of Brucetta and drawing puppies on the sidewalk. Still others were rendered hors de combat when CF Larsen asked them for evidence that they had been insulted and refused to accept less than total and logical proof. Moe, Lost Angeles and Tkingdoll...well, they were just Moe, Lost Angeles and tkingdoll and that stopped more than one South Sea man in his tracks right there.
By the time the cops arrived all the Samoans were dolice (or steamrolled by the SSSST). Our Cracked lawyer, Brown, got us off with a promise that we would let the cops take all the credit and never tell anyone about what really happened. And we haven't.
Until now.
You forgot about my spine lasers misfiring and scorching MoeFaux's ass.
