Oh yeah, Scientist? I didn’t want those chips anyways. Joe’s Casino be jank. The stickman always farts and Scientist is high on PCP when you want your payout. Plus he frowns when you thrown behind the neck, behind the back, or between the legs. The limits are low so that Joe can take your money and you can’t win it back.
Don’t ever drop the dice while winding up for a throw; the Highh Scientist doesn’t like it when you do that. You know what he does like, though? He likes when you drop $200 to him.
Vegas is gonna be awesome. If I lose all my money the first day then I’ll just sleep in a corner for the rest of the time. $1000 on black? You know that, jack. Boobs, strippers, hos? Hell no. I’m married. All I want in Vegas is to come home with $15,000. All I need is one mega run at craps, and maybe putting $7,500 on black in roulette. Do not fuck with me Vegas, for I am your gambling doom. I demand nothing short of a free bird show, a free waffle breakfast, and crotch rot.
I forgot to say that the one good thing about Joe’s is Sunday Topless Night where all the dealers and stickmen go topless. Still lots of farting, though.