Let's start by soaking in the view from a random Venetian veranda.
What's that snoring you hear? It's the crowd at Caesar's Palace being crooned into a coma by Celion Delion.
I'm not clear on the plot of The Sirens at TI show. I am clear that I was charged $8 for a V&T at the Tangerine Bar, so there must have been something special about the show. Let me try to explain what I saw. See, there was this guy who boards a ship of lingerie pirates...
His crew, a bunch of dudes (not pictured), decides to try to rescue him, but they can't because they're outdanced by the underwear models. Or something.
I need to take a quick second here to point out that when I was in journalism school, I never thought I'd get to use the words "lingerie pirates" in my professional endeavors. Honestly. It never occurred to me. Yep, I'm pretty sure that's how it all happened.
— Phil Harvey, Underpants Gnome, Light Reading