I wish they'd just create a Web site...

So I took four dames to the airport for their trip to Vegas bright in early this morning.

Overheard in the Chevy Blazer on the way to Newark:

"Don't f*cking talk to me," hottie one tells this driver before we even leave the ol' parking lot. "Way too hungover. No use for words."

"I can't wait to find out what I forgot to pack when we get there," hottie two blurts out from the middle back seat.

"Ewwwww," says hottie three. "Five hours on a plane and I am NOT going near the bathroom. It's just smells way too clean and it's clearly not."

"Hover," hottie two says. "Hover and cover."

Ah, the clock is ticking on the required debauchery.