Okay wise guys...listen up. It's like dis ya see. You cross me or my family I take you out and not to dinner...ya see. I take you to this here wall...little thing I like to call the St. Valentine's Day Massacre wall and Ize shoot yooz. Them circles are to show you the bullet holes and they are all there man. Little trivia...this wall was moved brick by brick from Chicago to Vancouver. Yup I said Vancouver...betcha know that. Anyhoo...the mob museum got it back ya see and now it's here in Vegas. I learned about the mobsters, they sure did like to kill each other off. Course me olde Granddad and his brother ran liquor across the river from Windsor to Detroit during prohibition. That's right...they worked for one of the crime families. Windsor even made it into the museum cuz of that link. They also got a little electric chair here and me and my brother Normie got a little fried. So we skimmed a little of the top of the casino before the "official" count. It's not like we'd get caught right? Course the only real crime is the state of Freemont Street. What a scary ass place. Full of beggars and undesirables, the old casinos are gone and it's bad in the daytime. Biggest crime was the 60+ year old dude wearin nuthin but a Borat style American Flag outfit. Never been so scared in my life. Got outa there quick like a bunny (there was a bunny too, some beer bellied, bearded freek wearin a pink tutu and pink ears. I can never un-see that. Tonight we went to see Donny and Marie. Donny spotted me and had a grin on his face and pointed to me so I guess he remembered me from the Bourne red carpet. For some reason they took our photo before the show and instead of showing Donny and Marie up on the big screen in the room they showed us. Have no idea why but people kept asking us who we were and why we were on the screen. I know why of course, it's cuz I'm so dang cute.