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Originally posted by Absynthe:
So a couple of years ago, my wife and I are in Las Vegas, walking through a casino (The Mirage actually) and we pass a change booth where you can cash in tokens for money. A rather portly gent is just leaving the window. In one hand, he holds a fresh tropical drink, full to the brim and complete with umbrella. In the other hand, he has his wallet, fat with the cash he's just won at some gaming table. This man has beat the odds, broke the bank, snagged a drink, and is generally feeling quite full of himself.
Not a scant two steps from the booth, in full traffic, (the casino is busy as hell), in full view of all and sundry... his trousers hit the floor.
Briefly, his face goes blank as he tries to comprehend what has just happened. He looks down hesitantly, almost hopefully, but no, his trousers are in fact puddled at his feet. Thank god for long shirt-tails. Now he's thinking desperately what to do.... can't drop the wallet, no way. Can't set down the drink, it'll get knocked over.
Ponder, ponder.
AH-HAH! hold wallet and drink in one hand, carefully bend over and sneak trousers back up with other hand, and all will be well. He carefully transfers his wallet to the hand carrying the drink, bends down ever so slowly, hooks his trousers with the other hand and..... dumps his drink full on into his pants, little blue umbrella and all!
I have no idea what happened next, as I lost my grip on the slot machine I was hanging onto and hit the floor laughing uncontrollably.
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didn't think I'd like any of the stories here...too much af a caring softy (though I do know the feeling of "damn I'm need to roll over the floor laughing but I couldn't"
) but this cracked me up!! Thanks....LOLOLOLOLOLOL!!!!
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