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What do you do when you’ve won eight gold medals in one Olympics game and you’re the most sought out after athlete of all-time? Cool it down in Vegas and party your ass off.  Michael Phelps clearly isn’t a stranger to that.  The only thing I’m pissed about is why they allowed the two cougars in the back in.  A) They’re not sexy B) They’re not even making their move C) Where the hell are their drinks? I’ll take Phelps’ friend in the weird colored pink, too.  He looks like a guy who could handle his drink therefore a drunk girl by the name of Chantal.  Here’s Phelp-sy baby and his “entourage” partying at Tao in Vegas this week.  I’ll seriously forgive him for partying without me…I’ll just expect some nice, expensive jewelry out of the deal and oh yeah, an extravagant wedding, no pre-nup, and a divorce within about three when I secretly get my way to the top, kick out gapped-tooth Vanessa Paradis, and score my main man Johnny Depp.  Only if he gets rum drunk, speaks to me in Jack Sparrow terms, and has his way(s) with me.  Hey! I deserve it!

Class and Trash with an Edge of Sass* -Cw

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