text: I know this fuzzy munchkin let us call him Pepito who said that his buddy from the land of Oz could get us in on the guest list for the Ludacris appearance on Memorial Day Weekend So I and the other group of lemmings follow Pepito to the house that the Maloofs own a whopping of aka the Palms We get in line and Peptio says to club line guy We are on the guest list club line guy says Who the hell are you We ended up having to pay the full to get in to see the wizard When we get inside I buy a round of hops brewed frosty Miller pees for the group Pepito nursed that Miller lite and carried it around for hours straight I bullshit you not We walk up the stairs to lean on the railing to spot any hot chicks on the dance floor You would of thought Shamu and family learned to walk on their tails and grew giant asses out of their blow holes I decided to follow Pepito into the belly of the beast to swim with the whales Another chap I was with let us call him Jim Davis the compulsive gambler elected to stay leaning against the railing on top On the dance floor I saw a dude wearing a bright yellow telephone cord around his neck with the phone attached like it was a gold chain I saw this kid that looked just like Harry Potter I saw a dude that looked exactly like RG roaming around aimlessly It was so packed in there you had to pee your pants because there was no way you would be able to maneuver through the hoards of people to the bathroom We had been there since pm The DJ screamed to the crowd Are you ready for Ludacris exactly times and it was now am No Luda to be seen Instead we were treated to billion Pitbull songs and all of Deathrows greatest hits I could not take it anymore apparently nor could Pepito He hopped over a VIP couch into oblivion and I was stuck excusing my way past the hoards of sweaty sardines I made my way out and saw of all people Coolio posted up against a slot machine He was the shortest and ugliest of all the munchkins in Munchkinland That was just as good as seeing Ludacris right