What happens to my dad in Vegas… …stays in Vegas. Nudge, nudge, wink, wink. When Dad returns (with a duty-free bottle), he can tell me all about it, and I won’t tattle to his Wife (unless she buys wine). He’ll probably be getting up to stuff like this: Yeah, that’s a diaper. Share this: Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Share on X (Opens in new window) X Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window) LinkedIn Share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest Like Loading...