Hilarity at Wynn (Very OT and Lame)

[hobbsmann]

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washing your hands is -EV

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[whiskeytown]

needs more hookers.

RB

[Clarkmeister]

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needs more hookers.

RB

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Correct. This story should have had a line like "so i followed them out to the garage after the guards stopped following them and asked them..............."

[murellus]

well this one time, at foxwoods, i was playing 5/10 pot limit, and all the guys were really serious, and i was the young guy there, and they asked me how old i was, and i was like, i can't remember, and then i pulled out my poker for dummies book, and they all looked at me, and we all laughed, and then i read, and it was really really cool

[Georgia Avenue]

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needs more hookers.

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This lame hooker story is also true.

My first time playing poker in a B&M was at the Trop, few years back. Maybe 4AM.You may now picture the Trop poker room. I am at a 2/4 table open folding AJx from MP when a guy sits down next to me with like 1000 chips. Everybody goggles at him and he explains that he just chopped the daily 20+r or whatever. He might have been 22, Midwestern, pretty inexperienced, but he was throwing money around and the table got frolicsome and loud. He's clearly flush with victory and doesn't know what to do next. We were near the entrance, and so we can see the row of slot machines where players step out to smoke...At the first one sits a supremely bland pasty chubbo hooker and her 1/2 midget Cambodian girlfriend. They both have gold sequins hither and thither and the white chick is wearing short black spandex shorts, over which her wee white potbelly spills, under which her pockmarked thighs are quivering.

The kid starts staring at her like she’s a rock star. “Damn! Check THAT out!” A few of the drunks murmur approval, eyes on his stack. The hooker picks up his brain waves and saunters by a few times like she’s going somewhere. He gives her the eye, but somewhat shyly, like they’re at a high-school dance. She comes up to him. A brief and awkward conversation ensues in which he asks, “Where are you from?” and “are you winning at the machines?” and she stumbles over some lies and generalities.

WTF? Does he have no clue? She says something about his chipstack and he starts bragging about the tournament he just won. Uh-oh. Now she’s his wife. Every time he plays a hand she pretends to be bored, walks away. He starts folding more and smiling at her from across the room. She comes over, says she’s got to go…

“Wait, where you going?”

“Just over to the Taj…Hold on…”

She goes over to chat with the little one. The kid turns to the crowd of us…
“Guys…do you think…do you…” He can’t even get the words out…

One of the old nits at the end of the table grins fiercely and says: “Kid…I think it’s your lucky night!”


The END

Then I got laid and won 900BBs.

[CORed]

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Did you tip the bathroom attendant? Don't make me start another tipping thread..

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Why not? It would be an improvement on this one.

[private joker]

POTD. I wish this wasn't buried in this thread -- should have been its own 4-star thread.

I LOVE the Wynn bathrooms. I could live in them. The urinal splash guard thing that soaks up your piss so it doesn't bounce is truly awesome. Also, when it is late at night, you can go into the Le Reve theatre area because it isn't locked and use that bathroom which is also awesome.

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I LOVE the Wynn bathrooms. I could live in them.

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That's disgusting.

[Luv2DriveTT]

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I LOVE the Wynn bathrooms. I could live in them.

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That's disgusting.

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u obviously haven't been to the bathroom at the Wynn.

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