One time I got a wild hair and dropped everything and drove to Las Vegas. On the way I stopped at a rest stop just south of the Gaviota Pass. I saw a man there who looked nine months pregnant. This wasn't a beer belly, this was a pregnant-looking man. I thought "Oh my God, the aliens have arrived and I'm on my way to gamble." Something tells me I'll be having lobster for dinner.
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