ADVISORY TO GUESTS AT THE VDARA HOTEL
Key excerpt: Then he smelled an odor, and realized it was coming from his head...
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Send it to Washington!
We can use it on the stinkbugs.
Posted by: wiredog | September 28, 2010 at 12:22 PM
Cooking a lawyer might be a design improvement, not a design flaw.
Posted by: Not My Usual Alias | September 28, 2010 at 12:33 PM
Careful . . .
Posted by: bonmot | September 28, 2010 at 12:46 PM
They should launch a new ad campaign:
'Come Back to Vdara - Our Death Ray Wasn't Shooting at You'
Posted by: sandy | September 28, 2010 at 12:58 PM
Does it also melt all the silicone inside the guests?
Posted by: Braniff | September 28, 2010 at 01:01 PM
Nice one Dave. Beat me to the punch.
Posted by: OC Dolphin | September 28, 2010 at 01:02 PM
Ixnay the ommentscay on awyerslay. We have one on the blog. Call me crazy but when I have a window that gets too much sun in the afternoon I pull the curtains shut. Have they thought about curtains, shutters, or a rope closing that area off during the peak death ray hours?
Posted by: nursecindy | September 28, 2010 at 01:06 PM
Meh. cindy, any lawyer's used to the jokes. :)
Posted by: Diva | September 28, 2010 at 01:15 PM
Can you feel that death ray singe,
That sunny burn is your hair
The heat fries your feet,
On the sunny side of the street.
Posted by: Loudmouth | September 28, 2010 at 01:17 PM
The souls of millions of crisped ants are laughing right now.
Posted by: Hammond Rye | September 28, 2010 at 01:20 PM
Should be happening HERE.
Posted by: Meanie the Blue | September 28, 2010 at 01:29 PM
A sunnier hotel than most,
Vdara makes quite a good host.
Unless you go lay
under the death ray.
Cuz then it'll turn you to toast.
Posted by: bonmot | September 28, 2010 at 01:31 PM
*snork* @ hammy's crisped ants!
(now where'd i leave that magnifying glass...?)
Posted by: sandy | September 28, 2010 at 01:38 PM
"I was effectively being cooked," Pintas said. "I started running as fast as I could without looking like a lunatic."
Geezer Alert: that made me think of this song.
The relevant lyrics:
The boys in the jungle had me on the run
When somethin' heavy hit me like an atomic bomb
When I woke up and my head started to clear
I had a strange feeling I was with cooking gear
I smelled something cooking and I looked to see
That's when I found out they was-a cooking me!
Great goo-ga-moo-ga! Lemme outta here!
/end geezer alert
Posted by: Jeff Meyerson | September 28, 2010 at 02:03 PM
Wait a minute, his bag melted?? WTFBBQ??
Posted by: Steve Haller | September 28, 2010 at 02:28 PM
LOL Hammie!
Posted by: Siouxie | September 28, 2010 at 02:52 PM
Gee, you would think that if only for the comfort of their paying guests they would PUT UP A WARNING SIGN.
Posted by: Alyzabeth | September 28, 2010 at 02:58 PM
Hey, it could have been this hotel.
Posted by: bonmot | September 28, 2010 at 04:02 PM
I saw an accountant by the pool. She was cooking the books.
Posted by: SW | September 28, 2010 at 04:55 PM
What hottens in 'Vegas, saute's in 'Vegas.
Posted by: Martini Shark | September 28, 2010 at 06:27 PM
Vegas Hotties in a sssssmokin' bikinis. Please.
Posted by: Loudmouth | September 28, 2010 at 07:20 PM
No wonder my son, who lived in Vegas 5 years, called it "the skillet"
Posted by: EB | September 28, 2010 at 08:19 PM
Suddenly, sending politicians, bureaucrats and lobbyists to Vegas is starting to look like a good idea...
Posted by: Wes S. | September 28, 2010 at 09:43 PM
I hear it is THE SPOT to meet hot women.
Posted by: Steve | September 28, 2010 at 10:09 PM
You mean I didn't have to torture myself for decades over the guilt I felt about the ants and magnifying glass?? Everybody does it????
What a maroon.....*sigh*
Posted by: Wolfsong | September 28, 2010 at 10:12 PM
So Pintas was a furry with a singe on the top?
Posted by: Ralph | September 28, 2010 at 11:30 PM