Video poker is my game. I know what I’m doing and pretty half-naked women bring me free drinks which cost only a dollar. Imagine my disappointment to sit down near the aisle and lose a Benjamin before anybody stops by to inquire about an adult libation. Not even a fully clothed ugly dude.
At Paris Paris, I was offered a drink before I sat down. “What would you like, honey?” By the time the vodka tonic made its well-needed arrival, I was down to just $9. I don’t know how many more of these free drinks I can afford.
Fleeting thought. Suppose she put rohypnol in the vodka tonic?… Then …I start to lose consciousness. Before I go completely dark, I manage to mumble, “But…but… I’m too big for you to carry…too big to….”
Turns out there were three of them. But that’s another story.