So the boys demanded final cut when it came to recapping the trip. Apparently what happens in Vegas stays with the NSA.
Eh – I’m not afraid to reveal exactly what went on:
After breaking into individual discussion groups to share how much our wives and girlfriends truly meant to us, we sampled some lovely gelato and called it a night.
Tiny toothpaste! It’s tiny!
You may call leaving a dime on Buddha’s nipple harmless, but I call it forcing an entire religion to rethink its whole “no concept of sin.”
Tiny pretzel!
Sure, they also refused to show their faces (or appear in a clear photo), but new NBC “Late Night” host Seth Meyers along with his brother Josh won’t rain on my parade.
Okay, here’s a legitimate one I can share: the blue wristband is for Liquid, the private pool party at Aria. In the pool, I listened to John, our bachelor, talk to a woman about his fiancé, and how he’s very happy to adopt her two children from a previous marriage. Noble, yes, but John shared with the woman in the pool that his entire dating life he was only able to have sex with women who already had kids, to which I turned to the woman and said, “He prefers a loose vagina.”