Vegas!

My friends have been warning me about the hookers in Vegas. Well, hookers aren't my style. Why pay for a woman that probably hates men anyway, when there's all sorts of normal women out there that like guys?
I'm here for a Microsoft convention. There was this booth where a woman was handing out hawaiian-style lays made out of sea shells. So...
I got lay'd in Vegas!
Her name is Randi. Here we are after consumating our friendship.
(She was a good sport for putting up with my antics and going along with this pun.)