The Filthies Play the Double Down Saloon in Vegas

Poor Kenny. St. Patrick's Day he seemed so alive, like he was really having a good time throwing skateboards, talking potty, singing Irish horn-tooting zing zing songs... And then the phone call last night... Kenny down and out. He just lost his limo in a card game and was about to wash dishes at Sam's Town after getting in trouble for climbing the fake Southwestern facade to wrestle the animatronic coyote in front of his daughters. "I just wanted to wrastle those red blazing eyes from that dang dog's head," he said. He fell off that and twisted his kneecap, and then while pushing himself in a crazy flamingo pink walker, even gambled away his last golfing hat to a leopardskin-wearing cat lady. Meow!

Thank goodness to Betsy that was all after a great show at the Double Down Saloon where Kenny said, "There was this band from San Diego called the Hillstreet Stranglers; and we fell in love with them and told them, 'dude, we love you!' And then, when we played, and they fell in love with us and said, 'dude we love you too!' But then, there was this other band called the Black Jetts, and they were like, 'Hey', like you know, all Hollywood rock star like with their leathery pants and shaggy hair... Well it was a great show, a ton of people, and the folks at the Double Down are so nice. We just love them."

Better luck next time in Vegas, Kenny!

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