a malt glengarry for me and my friend here

[brookswashere]

Taking advantage of our time off, Mr. Curtis and myself ventured to the Catfish Bend Riverboat Casino. Now I didn’t expect to be transported to Vegas circa 1961, but somehow this place wasn’t what I had imagined. The dealers were all wearing football jerseys and looked like they just posted bail. Those playing the tables could remember the Truman

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make it so

[anonymous]

a fine teller of tales you are, my friend. prose to melt cheese upon!

but you forgot about the part about the zombie-eyed roulette dealer who didn't even know how to play his own game and kept paying off on our black bets even though it spun red 3 or 4 times in a row, haha. i guess he was too distracted with slapping my hand repeatedly. casino cheat codes! up, up, down, down, left, right, left, right, black, black, ka-ching!

-curtis

In a world, where black pays on red

[brookswashere]

haha, yeah. How and the hell did I forget that the last $20 or so I won was thanks to our color-blind dealer. Pay off on black when it was red?!? Pull that shit in Vegas and they'll have your head. Only further proof that this place was "Casino-Lite".

A suggestion

[anonymous]

If you like festive enviroments in your casinos, you should check out the paradice riverboat in good ole peoria illinois. There you will find that all the windows are blacked out and not a single clock can be found. Was Catfish like that at all?

-Matt

peoria? more like PEE-U!

[anonymous]

catfish bend is actually almost exactly like paradice, just with one less slot machine floor. and slightly lower limits on the table games.

but catfish bend has way more fattys. old ladies with oxygen tanks and cigarettes. and enchanting music provided by DJ Down Syndrome!

Snap, click, your soul is mine.

[brookswashere]

For those that care, pictures of that ill-fated night occasional pop up at http://www.fotolog.net/evil_robot_ted