Friday, July 29, 2005

1 Potty-Break + 1 Dollar + Choctaw = I Hate You

Ah, yes. The draw of the "Native American" casino. Who can resist? Well, me, for one. Usually.

My bladder fills so quickly from all of the caffienated-carbonated beverages, H2O, Gatorade and Cranberry-Grape juice, that I often must empty it at times others do not. Such was the case on the ride to wonderful Irving, Texas.

Choctaw Casino, conveniently located at the gas station store I was about to urinate at. The little asian guy followed me in and for the hell of it took his only dollar and played a slot. As I finished my task and headed back for the "SUV" (not a truck, car or vehicle, mind you, a fucking "SUV") he came out smiling and calling my name.

THE LITTLE BASTARD HAD JUST WON 50 BUCKS! OFF A DOLLAR!

Thankfully, he spent it all playing more slots, the little shit.

So, I hate you, little asian guy who constantly makes my life miserable. Fuck off and die and do it in the most painful way possible, you...you...some foul and offensive string of obscenities I have yet to concoct.

Nix says: Perhaps I'll come up with a more amusing and light-hearted rant for my next post. Or not.

2 Comments:

Blogger Scott said...

I don't believe it. Ever since he had the kid, he's been a very "lucky" motherfucker when it comes to winning money. Lord knows he can't make it by working.

Hopefully your drive went alright.

Get back soon so we can have another "Zombies" night! (Yeah, I'm a dork. So what?)

6:27 AM  
Blogger Quilled One said...

Some people are just lucky like that.

Fuck.

P.S. Green Meat!! Green Meat!!

6:43 PM  

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