Stripper truck stopped in Sin City

Commercials don’t work any more, and print ads are all but dead. So, how do you get the word out? If you’re Larry Beard, you have a couple of girls grind in the back of a truck with clear plastic sides while driving around Las Vegas. This isn’t for everyone. After all, Beard is the marketing director at Deja Vu Showgirls — which is exactly what you’d think it is.

Now, he has to stop.

Sin City authorities made him stop toting the strippers around, but the club is ready to fight. His vehicle rolled up and down the strip from 10 PM to 2 AM. Strippers inside gave a taste of what goes on inside the club. And yes, in case you were wondering, the truck had poles for the ladies to work.

Bombs away! Air Force F-16 drops a dummy bomb on the Las Vegas strip

Poor Las Vegas… Already struggling from declining visitor numbers, now sin city is in the news again when an Air force F-16 dropped a dummy bomb on the strip, hitting a truck.

The F-16 was stationed at Nellis AFB when the 25 pound bomb became unattached from the launching mechanism, falling 1700 feet. Police started getting reports that something was falling from the sky when the bomb dropped.

Thankfully the bomb first hit the tarmac at the base itself, then bounced over a fence and penetrated the front of the truck. Imagine the damage if the bomb had hit a strip hotel or pedestrians! The driver of the truck managed to escape with nothing more than a pretty bad fright.

A Spokesperson for the Air Force did not know how the bomb became unattached, nor did they know whether pilot error was involved.

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William Becker, Co-Founder of Motel 6, Dies

A few years back, a friend shared a secret with me that has changed the way I travel to Las Vegas. After spending weeks in advance of my second trip to Sin City searching through numerous cheap hotel websites to find the best deal, I asked this friend for advice — what’s the cheapest place to stay on or near Las Vegas Boulevard?

I’m a budget traveler, almost to a fault — partly by choice, partly by poverty, but mostly by nature. On family trips as a child, Dad would use coupons at Taco Bell. I mean really, can you get much cheaper than a $0.59 taco? I digress.

“Dude, just stay at the Motel 6,” my friend tells me (that’s how all Southern Californians talk, isn’t it?), “it’s right off the strip and cheap as hell!”

He was right. It was right off the strip, on Tropicana. I could throw a baseball and hit the MGM. The orange spandex-clad girls of the newly opened Hooters Hotel and Casino were tantalizingly close, almost too close. Cheap as hell, too — weekend rates were about $80 a night, compared to at least double that anywhere else on the strip. Since I found out about the Motel 6 on Tropicana, I I’ve stayed there every time I’ve been to Vegas. It’s small, sure — but clean. And man, is it cheap!

That’s my Motel 6 story. Rest in peace, Mr. Becker. We’ll leave the light on for ya.

[News via World Hum]