when vegas doesn't stay in vegas.

at kroger last night, m asked me if i had ever seen hooker trading cards.

wait, what?

apparently while he was in vegas, his buddies picked up as many "trading cards" as possible from assorted pimps as they ambled up and down the strip. too bad that unbeknownst to him, they also saved them up in order to tuck them into m's assorted school binders (honestly who studies in vegas?).

he thought he had weeded them all out. that is, until he got back to school and had a very special hooker trading card fall out of his back pocket when he reached for his wallet at starbucks.

hehe.