magic_fratboy

Yeah, I'm doing another one. This ad ain't been released yet, I'm just working on it now. This is the result of the stupid bet I made that I haven't really explained? So before anyone thinks I'm gonna get myself killed again...

A friend of a friend's sorta seeing this guy, Scott Ryan? Well his father, Matthew Ryan, owns a good chunk of Freemont Street, at least two hotels on the Strip that I know of, and more random casinos than I can count. Anyway, the Excalibur's a recent purchase, and he was celebrating at the Mirage last week with Scott. Chan dragged me out to schmooze, and I made the mistake of dragging Sal...

Long story short, Matt Ryan's a skeptic, I had too much to drink, and we made a bet.

Because I promised my friends and family I wouldn't do anything crazy for a while, the game is mentalism instead of escape. Mr. Ryan's gonna allow me to select the keys to any car from his personal collection and hide them somewhere in the Excalibur. If I can find them using nothing but my abilities, I get to keep the car. If I lose? I lose a hundred thousand dollars. The Mirage is backing me on this, so if I fail? With the loan I'll have to repay, I'm essentially gonna be working for 'em for free.

So the hunt's this Saturday, and the side bet I'm making is a round of drinks, on me, for everyone that shows up for the bash Ryan's throwing after I win.

Now if you'll excuse me, Chan's making me do a news interview this morning about the stunt. Bee? If I die of embarrassment, I want you to have my bling.