|Nipple black-out; keepin' it clean.|
My brother and I sat at the $5 blackjack table usually reserved for the high rollers in wheelchairs accessorized with oxygen tanks. We enjoyed many free drinks offered by those lovely ladies parading around with trays of watered-down booze. Fast forward 12 hours, and we found ourselves in pretty good shape. We stumbled from the table to the changer sometime between two and three in the morning and cashed out several hundred dollars each. Growing up in the Rust Belt and this being the year 2000, the winnings felt more like several hundred thousand dollars.
|Nice pair of beignets you got there, honey.|
|Baby needs a new pair of SHOES.|