So you're saying you guys are the dirtiest dudes in town? Town being the internet?
If so, this town is as lame as Vegas. NEW Vegas, with the family rides and theme buffets. Which is as exciting as "New Coke."
I'm an old Vegas kinda girl. You know, the lonely grifters shuffling up and down the strip, living out of tiny motels where they bolt the TV to one table and the remote to another, where you save up quarters for the Magic Fingers beds so you can watch yourself and the hooker you've just hired for $25 an hour on the mirror on the ceiling that's caked with soot and cigarette smoke, trying to avoid that permanent moist spot on the bed, having to peel back your hair from the sticky headboard, grinding out a living at the blackjack table day after day, counting cards to get a half a percent edge on the "house", guzzling down watered down drinks to calm your frazzled nerves, using your miniscule winnings to save up so that you can buy a handgun out of the trunk of some guy's car and go back to your motel room, let those Magic Fingers do their magic one last time, stare up at your long sad face in the funhouse ceiling mirror, and blow your widening bald spot to Allah.
You know, that Vegas.