His Name is J-E-T

Las Vegas...the place that I like to call "The Disneyland for Grown-ups". I don't care who you are. If you have any intention on going to Vegas, your ass is looking to party, get drunk, and do some shit that is barely legal. Hey, I'm not one to judge. I've been to Vegas over 50 times (yes, this statistic is actually FACTUAL) and have no shame in saying, "What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas." I mean, why would any mother fucker say that, if it wasn't true, right? See, Vegas is a place where you aren't even your real self, any way. You can be broke as fuck, but act like you rich as shit and people will buy it. You can be the ugliest bitch on the planet, but I guarantee you, someone in Vegas is willing to fuck you. Now, whether the dude might be blacked out drunk, roofied or somehow lost a bet to his buddies, ain't no ones business...all that matters is that you got some wang chung, right? That's Vegas for ya.

In Sin City, gambling is a given. Shopping is a given. Pool time...an absolute given. But what is missing? What is the BIG TIME buzz and reason people actually go to VEGAS nowadays? One word: CLUBS. 22% of you folks reading this are probably saying, "Fuck all that, clubs ain't my thing. I go there to gamble and play circle jerk with my 8 other buddies that I'm sharing a hotel room with instead." But the reason you say that is because you have no "IN". The funny part about Vegas is that if you plan to go to the club, you want to go to the hottest ones. The problem is, you're not willing to wait in line. Am I right? And if you're a fucking dude, with a bunch of other fucking dudes, you sure as hell gonna be waiting a bit longer than a dude that is with a bunch of hot ass bitches (throw in a chubby one too, if you'd like). That's reality my friends and it pisses you off. But what if I told you I could help change all that? What if I said, I know a guy that will take care of you. You need VIP? Done. You need to bypass that long mother fucking line with 1,000 other people in it? Done. Hell, you want some special hospitality at a strip joint? Done.

There is one dude...one cool ass dude that can help you with all that. He goes by the name J-E-T. Not the football team. I'm talking about the dude, Jet.

Remember when I went to Vegas a few weeks back? J-Wunder living the good life, at the clubs sitting VIP drinking my ass off? Remember that? Facebooking away like I was someone fucking special? Well friends, that wasn't because my name was J fucking Wunder. It was because of my boy, JET. This dude took care of me and the people I was with. In two days, I went to Revolution, JET Nightclub and Moon @ the Palms - it was Spring Break too (AND MTV was there). Lucky for me and my peeps, we bypassed every fucking line and sat our pretty asses down at a table. Matter of fact, at Moon, I had a dude come up to me, and tell me he'll be my security for the evening. Now I don't know if Jet set that shit up, but whatever the case, that made my fucking dick grow another half inch. Making it a mind blowing 2.5 inches while hard, now. Who does that? Who takes care of you that well where even security tells you, they'll be the guy fucking up anybody that tries to intrude your party? No mother fucker I know. Was that probably coincidence? Sure. But do I care? Fuck no. I was living the high life and my boy Jet made sure of it.

Folks, I know quite a few nightclub promoters. And they're all good at what they do. But this dude, in my opinion, takes the fucking cake and the candles that go with it. And the ones that know me, know...J-Wunder loves a good fucking party and doesn't fuck around when shit be poppin' VIP style...ESPECIALLY IN VEGAS. If this guy wasn't the shit, I wouldn't be blogging about it. And not only is this dude a promoter for the Palms, but this cat is cool as a mother fucker too. I'm almost convinced he's my cousin (scary, right). Jet took care of me and is one of those guys that will take care of anyone I throw his way. That's why I'm showing some love and spreading the word.

So if you're going to Vegas, and looking to party and hit the hot spots, text my boy, Jet. Don't call him and leave some long ass fucking message because the dude doesn't have time to listen to 2,000 voicemails. Just text him and the dude will take care of you. 3 things: #1 - Who you are? #2 - How many dudes and hot ass bitches in your group? #3 - What do you need? Trust me...my big brother is there right now and I will say this...that mother fucker is having a blast and will probably be hungover and sleep deprived for 2 months. Would I ever lie to any of you? Exactly. Now go book your trip, buy some hot ass gear, text Jet and tell him, J-Wunder sent ya!

Oh, one last thing...be cool, don't look like a fucking douche and remember...party like J-Wunder would!

JET - 702.569.3173