So I have a secret. I can read minds. Don't believe me? Ask my kids. These are some random thoughts I picked up at 4:47a.m. in a casino outside Vicksburg, MS. Please forgive the language, I am just writing their thoughts.
“The lights on these machines dope. They just won't line up right. Shit I need to get my fucking money back! Shit I am only playing this raggedy team play machine so one of you motherfuckers can trigger a fucking bonus have got to FUCKING WIN!
Jesus Christ Trisha is gonna fucking kill me if I have to call for money again!
Oh God please, God please! Fuck oh I'm so sorry Jesus. Oh Jesus please. I lost so much money on the crap table I am just trying to get enough gas to get home Lord and I am a little bit drunk, excuse me Jesus.
“Waitress, cuse me waitresses.“
Damn my voice sounds funny I been smoking that much?
Fuck yeah, Anit but bout 7 cigarettes in this bitch and shit didn't I buy this pack at the crap table where that evil cock sucking demon bitch took ALL my motherfucking money!
Goddamn it. I am going to lose my fucking wife!
I am gonna lose my whole family!
Oh God what have I done. Oh my father. Damn should I put the machine on auto? Will it win that way? Should I keep pressing the button? I don't fucking know? Should I bet more? I gotta fucking win!
Can one of you jinxing motherfuckers trigger the fucking bonus! Oh for Christ sake how the fuck is that not a win?! Man this motherfucker is cheating me! The fuck I got left in this bitch? 62 motherfucking dollars! It don't een make sense to cash out!
Shit, FUCK, the hell am I gonna do?
Oh my Jesus, please help me?
Lord I know that we ain’t been on the best of terms lately, father and I know that it's my fault. I have been really fucking up. I know that I promised that I wouldn't stop at the fucking Goddamn casino, oh sorry sir. I am just, -Yeah FUCK yeah! That's what the fuck I'm talking about! Let's see what that is? $248 yes! Thank you Lord! Let's see. What the fuck the bonus still hasn't played? Shit me, I am not leaving that much of my hard earned fucking money on the fucking table! I am just gonna spin the minanen, shit the mentimnen the minimum, FUCK am I drunk?
DeShawn, nigga is you drunk and fucking broke?
Nigga you playing with Yo LIFE fool!
I know I know.
Oh God now I'm talking to myself! No what the fuck! I didn't mean to hit max fucking bet!
Shit! NOW I am down to back under a hundred!
What the fuck?
What the fuck dumbass!
Oh God my chest hurts Jesus! Oh my God I had my Gas money and food AND a pack of fucking Newport!
You motherfucking asshole!
Oh my God Father that was a genuine accident Lord!
I really intended to leave as soon as I got my Gas money father and...I uh...I um.
What the fuck is this shit? Oh fuck! Okay a nigga got $500 in bonus points! Okay! If they ever run the motherfucker! And where the fuck is this waitress at? Oh shit here she come pull Yo shit together cuzz! Ight.
“Yes can I get a uh Jack and coke on ice, hold the coke and the ice?”
That shit kill em every time.
And I delivered it so smooth shawty don't een know I'm Fucked up!
*[ Oh my God this bullshit again? I don't know why these drunk poor hustling ass niggas come in here from these country ass towns around this piece of shit town and think that they impressing somebody! Please I have class I am going to back to Vegas where the real money is! I guarantee that this bumpkin with his gold teeth, drunk ass, and smelling like Kentucky whiskey, weed, yesterday and a lil bit of Versace cologne, is only good for two crumpled dollars… and right again.
“I'll be right back with that sir.”
If there weren't so many cameras in here! I'd spit in his damn drink! Oh just get through the next six months and back to Vegas and leave these Bama’s the fuck ALONE! Get ya one's up girl! Keep mashing. ] (out of range)
* FUCK I got in my pocket? Shit $2 and a lighter.
“Here you go pretty. Shit soon as I win I ‘ma break you off.”
The fuck I say that country shit for? I don't need to impress this motherfucker. Shit she look stuck up any way. Fuck her, I need to get my fucking money back.
Ight minimum bet, set to auto now somebody set off the bonus! Why the fuck this big bald HEAD ass nigga looking at me? I will shoot that nigga big ass, yeah, that's right get the fuck on fuckboy! Stop fucking staring bitch!
Oh Fuck that nigga turnt round like he heard that shit! Damn, you tripping that big ass monster anit read yo mind!
Straighten the fuck up! I wish he'd stop staring at me. Get the fuck on cuz you jinxing me!
I be done beat Yo big ass!
Oh shit Is that motherfucker looking at me again?
Oh fuck I just missed the fucking bonus, fuck! I need that fucking money!
I been gone for two weeks and done loss my whole pay check! I can't go home empty hand again!
*[ these were the waitresses thoughts it's difficult to read two people at once but I am pretty sure that I got it all.]
At that point I walked out of range. I can only read minds close by. I did see the dude cash out as I won at black Jack so I guess he got his gas money. I was a little busy reading the minds at my table.
“The lights on these machines dope. They just won't line up right. Shit I need to get my fucking money back! Shit I am only playing this raggedy team play machine so one of you motherfuckers can trigger a fucking bonus have got to FUCKING WIN!
Jesus Christ Trisha is gonna fucking kill me if I have to call for money again!
Oh God please, God please! Fuck oh I'm so sorry Jesus. Oh Jesus please. I lost so much money on the crap table I am just trying to get enough gas to get home Lord and I am a little bit drunk, excuse me Jesus.
“Waitress, cuse me waitresses.“
Damn my voice sounds funny I been smoking that much?
Fuck yeah, Anit but bout 7 cigarettes in this bitch and shit didn't I buy this pack at the crap table where that evil cock sucking demon bitch took ALL my motherfucking money!
Goddamn it. I am going to lose my fucking wife!
I am gonna lose my whole family!
Oh God what have I done. Oh my father. Damn should I put the machine on auto? Will it win that way? Should I keep pressing the button? I don't fucking know? Should I bet more? I gotta fucking win!
Can one of you jinxing motherfuckers trigger the fucking bonus! Oh for Christ sake how the fuck is that not a win?! Man this motherfucker is cheating me! The fuck I got left in this bitch? 62 motherfucking dollars! It don't een make sense to cash out!
Shit, FUCK, the hell am I gonna do?
Oh my Jesus, please help me?
Lord I know that we ain’t been on the best of terms lately, father and I know that it's my fault. I have been really fucking up. I know that I promised that I wouldn't stop at the fucking Goddamn casino, oh sorry sir. I am just, -Yeah FUCK yeah! That's what the fuck I'm talking about! Let's see what that is? $248 yes! Thank you Lord! Let's see. What the fuck the bonus still hasn't played? Shit me, I am not leaving that much of my hard earned fucking money on the fucking table! I am just gonna spin the minanen, shit the mentimnen the minimum, FUCK am I drunk?
DeShawn, nigga is you drunk and fucking broke?
Nigga you playing with Yo LIFE fool!
I know I know.
Oh God now I'm talking to myself! No what the fuck! I didn't mean to hit max fucking bet!
Shit! NOW I am down to back under a hundred!
What the fuck?
What the fuck dumbass!
Oh God my chest hurts Jesus! Oh my God I had my Gas money and food AND a pack of fucking Newport!
You motherfucking asshole!
Oh my God Father that was a genuine accident Lord!
I really intended to leave as soon as I got my Gas money father and...I uh...I um.
What the fuck is this shit? Oh fuck! Okay a nigga got $500 in bonus points! Okay! If they ever run the motherfucker! And where the fuck is this waitress at? Oh shit here she come pull Yo shit together cuzz! Ight.
“Yes can I get a uh Jack and coke on ice, hold the coke and the ice?”
That shit kill em every time.
And I delivered it so smooth shawty don't een know I'm Fucked up!
*[ Oh my God this bullshit again? I don't know why these drunk poor hustling ass niggas come in here from these country ass towns around this piece of shit town and think that they impressing somebody! Please I have class I am going to back to Vegas where the real money is! I guarantee that this bumpkin with his gold teeth, drunk ass, and smelling like Kentucky whiskey, weed, yesterday and a lil bit of Versace cologne, is only good for two crumpled dollars… and right again.
“I'll be right back with that sir.”
If there weren't so many cameras in here! I'd spit in his damn drink! Oh just get through the next six months and back to Vegas and leave these Bama’s the fuck ALONE! Get ya one's up girl! Keep mashing. ] (out of range)
* FUCK I got in my pocket? Shit $2 and a lighter.
“Here you go pretty. Shit soon as I win I ‘ma break you off.”
The fuck I say that country shit for? I don't need to impress this motherfucker. Shit she look stuck up any way. Fuck her, I need to get my fucking money back.
Ight minimum bet, set to auto now somebody set off the bonus! Why the fuck this big bald HEAD ass nigga looking at me? I will shoot that nigga big ass, yeah, that's right get the fuck on fuckboy! Stop fucking staring bitch!
Oh Fuck that nigga turnt round like he heard that shit! Damn, you tripping that big ass monster anit read yo mind!
Straighten the fuck up! I wish he'd stop staring at me. Get the fuck on cuz you jinxing me!
I be done beat Yo big ass!
Oh shit Is that motherfucker looking at me again?
Oh fuck I just missed the fucking bonus, fuck! I need that fucking money!
I been gone for two weeks and done loss my whole pay check! I can't go home empty hand again!
*[ these were the waitresses thoughts it's difficult to read two people at once but I am pretty sure that I got it all.]
At that point I walked out of range. I can only read minds close by. I did see the dude cash out as I won at black Jack so I guess he got his gas money. I was a little busy reading the minds at my table.
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