What happens in Vegas, becomes gossip fuel....

Granted, I'm nowhere near the "man" status that George Clooney and Michael Phelps are, so checking in wouldn't guarantee similar results. But it'd be worth a chance, no?

First, Clooney wifed up a hostess from the Palms hotel in Sin City; and now, Phelps is nailing a different Palms hostess. I know Vegas is beaming with fly cocktail waitresses and on-the-floor casino workers, but shit. Seems like the Palms is a goldmine just waiting to be fully tapped into....

Clooney's ex (Sarah Larson)...



Phelps' current main-chick (Caroline "Caz" Pal).....


Look at those dames....fuckin' desirable celebrity bachelors. I'd get little more than a cheap smile and a "tip me, well, asshole" aura.

Another goal, formulated. "Mommy, I wanna bag a Palms Hotel hostess when I grow up."

***Funny semi-related story: A couple years back, some friends and I took a vacay in South Beach, MIA. We stayed at The Royal Palms hotel, right along the water. Great location, reasonably-priced, but our suite was full of malfunctions. The fridge didn't work; the pull-out couch looked like the Grand Canyon (back problem central); and the one bathroom was in the one bedroom, meaning little privacy. Certainly not worth the once-seemingly-reasonable fee we each paid. Being the quick-witted guy I am, I quickly renamed our resting place "The Royal Palmjob." Get it? I thought it was pretty humorous, as did my pals. Whatever.