Day 11: Hot hands

If you’re going to raise a family in the desert, you need to teach your children that stuff gets hot. Really hot.

I heard a piece on the radio about a lawsuit that had been filed against the state because a kid had suffered second degree burns on his hands in the playground, swinging on hot monkey bars.

Another claimant in the suit had apparently burned their backside going down a hot slide.

Yet another dumb kid burned his feet by walking on the hot sidewalk – without shoes.

In Japan, this would be a game show.

But this is America. God bless America.

At the Palms, there’s no danger of burning your hands on the way into the casino. They’ve got it covered – literally.

Door cosies!

On the last day of their July free shit promotion, I once again qualified for "one of everything", although a couple of the crappier items had sold out. Oh well.

However they had caps back, which weren’t available last time, and the towels are a new design. They’re modelled here by the lovely Claire.