I laid down at 11:00 that night thinking I would get some sleep & get up early and lose some more money. Ain't happing. I finally get up after counting sheep, that damn herd I counted had 4,342 sheep in it. You name it I tried counting it. If you stay in room 103 the ceiling has 5,899,942 pop corn texture bumps on it. It's 1:30 A.M. now so I say to heck with it & wander back down to the casino & think I'll watch others lose their money for a change. I stand behind this guy and the second dang spin, he hits $900.00. I silently cuss him & watch his third spin hit $300.00 more.
Well these machines are hot now and this spell comes over me, I plop my ass down and commence to send another Indian to school, lost my butt. I go back to the room & pop me one of my stress pills & finally get to sleep. My dang eyes are open back up at 8:00 that morning. 3 hours worth of sleep, those damn cokes I might have to go into rehab over them.
We head back down to the casino & send another Indian to school before we decided it was time to leave while we still had gas money. Think god I'm home. Now to work another year to make up for them damn Indians we sent to school.
Can I borrow a dollar, please?