I have decided Puke Insurance Is Still The Only Insurance I will ever need.. how does it work.. read on dear friend, read on..
So fresh with a hefty wedge of cash courtesy of my claim for a mis sold ppi premium , where else is there to go for a guy hell bent on wanting to have a good time before the world goes broke? …. that’s right were talking Las Vegas Nevada.
Now going to Vegas does not mean you have spend big, I’m not planning on sipping cocktails in the Bellagio or the Venetian. My destination is the double down saloon on paradise road. I am guessing Paradise must be at the end of the road, but so far it seems to have eluded me, though an hour or two in the double down can maybe have me thinking I have arrived.
Vegas always gets me in party mood, I go with the expectation of eating prime Prime Rib, it may just be me, but Prime Rib just seems to taste better there. I have no problems keeping up with my intermittent fasting routine when it Las Vegas, I just walk the stip, and plan my days around the buffets.
So back to The Double Down, I walk in the music is loud, the sound of guitar is everywhere. Seems someone has mastered their guitar scales and wants to let me know it. Drinks are about half the price of any fancy smancy hotel hang out, so I am feeling good. I notice the puke insurance and ask the bartender for the lowdown, he points to the bouncer, so I wander over to get the full S.P.
You could say I was given a fine tuned sales pitch, but that would not really be fair, instead he pointed to a further policy notice which says
“House rule, you puke, you clean it”. He then went on to say, “If you buy puke insurance, you don’t have to clean it. But if you puke and try not to clean it, I clean it with your clothes”.
This bar is rocking, not the place for me to be studying guitar theory, the DJ has commenced his set, and the best thing is if he plays something you think sucks wind you get to smash it with a hammer. I asked if this happens on a regular basis . He said only when he purposely plays something like, “Tarzan Boy ” and the place goes crazy.
My Kind of Place … oh yeah.