Dane Cook is a Silly Son of a Bitch
My buddy Ben and I took a little trip down to Vegas Memorial Day weekend. It was rad.
We sang karaoke, rode the rides on top of the Stratosphere, played roulette (not to mention I won), and saw Dane Cook perform at the Collesium at Caesar’s Palace.
The performance was hilarious. Before the show, Ben heard a rumor that Dane’s manager was handing out passes to a VIP after party. So he hunted the manager down, his name was Barry, and snagged us two tickets to the party.
So after the show, we went to a private room and hung out with the 3 comedians that performed and about 30 of the hottest girls I’ve ever seen in real life (watching The Hills doesn’t count as seeing a hot chick I guess).