My two fucking cents, Asshole.

This week is more of a good thing then any kind of rant. It is about good old Gambling. Bling, Bling baby.

There is nothing better then going to A.C. or Vegas with the guys and partying like there is no tomorrow. Drinking until you puke. Puking until you can drink again. These are what can create a good weekend retreat. Fuck that strip club shit. If I‚m blowing my money I want to have fun for a few hours at least. Fuck that $250 in the backroom shit where all you do is spank it while you're watching two girls screw each other. Fucking whores. I can watch that for free with my Descrambler.

The Casino's are what it's all about. Free drinks, good times, and maybe wining some cash once in a while. It's about playing the Joker Poker machines waiting to get your drinks before you head onto another table or Casino. It's about the ride there and back. The pit stops for food at those shitty, rat infested, pervert stops along the Highways. Leaving at 8PM Friday and coming home way to late on Saturday, broke.

It is also definitely getting so pissed off at these fucking Orientals. Where in the fucking hell do these Chin Chan's get all their money to blow? Seriously, They plop down 500 at a time lose it and plop down another 500 like it's fairy-fucking money.

Something is going on with them because they are all over down in A.C.With bankrolls to make B class actors cry. Fucking scumfags. All of them. WE know your talking about us at the fucking Black Jack table you bitch. I'd love to shove that rum and coke straight up your ass and pull out of your cruddy wax filled ear.

Anyway I am ready to go again. Fuck the small shit here that I said that is irritating. It all makes these trips worth every penny we lose. And in that there goes my two fucking cents.

Fuck the editor
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