Today, a co-worker asked if there were any spare lap desks. Then he quipped “I guess I’ll have to go to Vegas to get one.”

All the boys, less naive than I, chuckled. Meanwhile, I imagined him wandering around a Costco sized warehouse full of thousands of different kinds of lap desks. A wonderland of different colors, sizes, shapes, consistencies, materials…

Eyes widening, I asked “Is there really such a place to buy lap desks in Vegas? I want to go!”

It turns out it was a pun. About lap dances. herpderp.