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Those crazy Brits I met at the Big Apple bar in New York New York told a crazy story about how the mist mild-looking one of the bunch was harassed by a security guard at one of the hotels here in Vegas. Gerry was a little inebriated and a guard slapped the cuffs on him a reprimanded him banning him from The Excaliber, Luxor, Mandalay Bay, MGM Grand, Monte Carlo and Circus Circus and revoked his player's card points which is why they found themselves at New York New York. Man, that's harsh, watch yourself in Vegas because there are standards...yeah right. Another one of the guys, Mark, looks like Kato Kailen.
I haven't trimmed my finger nails in 2 weeks. I have never had my finger nails get this long before and it bugs me.
My last work-out I listened to Deftones' Around the Fur. The pace and energy of the songs is perfect for a speed of 4 on the treadmill and since one of the instructors was hogging the elliptical trainer I got on the recumbent bike instead which totally sucked because the resistance has a mind of it's own. I would set a level of 3 and nothing would change and then I raised to 12 and suddenly the resistance was too much for me, so I went down to 8 which made the resistance feel like it was on a setting of 1. I guess I hind-sight I got a varied work-out on the bike that reflected a diverse terrain and grade.

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