" I went to the Casino, and was baffled when the doors were LOCKED." .... per Karen
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The waanabe AP stamped her crocs in frustration, then screamed til her throat was sore: the door remained closed.
Determined to gamble (and not being the sharpest knife in the drawer) Karen concluded that this door was not working but that other doors should open: she decided to circle the casino til she found an open door.
Sure enough, toward the rear one of the cleaning sfaff had forgotten to lock an access door: Karen beamed as she walked through and entered The Promised Land.
She was a bit surprised not to see any other people in the casino, but she reasoned it was real slow due to covid.
She wandered around until she found her favorite slot; she put in twenty bucks and on the third spin she hit a five thousand dollar jackpot!
Karen jumped up and down, waving her hideous handbag like a semaphore.
She sat patiently waiting to get paid; five, ten minutes passed until she realized something was amiss.
"Dem cheatin' white devils, dey's not gwine pays me de' monies I and I won:" anger built inside her as well as gastro intestinal gas.
Frustrated, angry and needing relief she climbed atop a black jack table, pulled down her sweats and dropped a pile: ahhhh, sweet Jusus but that felf good...but what about getting her hand pay?
Karen took a picture of the winning slot combo with her phone: she'd come back tomorrow and get paid then; the degenerate gambling shitter was headed for the door when she heard a commotion, followed by "Casino security: stop or I'll use non-lethal force."
Karen thought it wasn't a real casino cop: she falsely deduced it was canned speech coming from one of the slot machines so she laughed, did a cartwheel, and didn't stop.
Her body convulsed as if it were on fire: she was tased and confused.
Karen heard "Look what that woman who looks like that Huxstable lady on the Cosby Show did on that blackjack table." followed by another voice saying "The boss says not to call the cops, he wants to handle this one personally:" with that Karen was cuffed and carted to the elevator where they took her to a cell in the bowels of the casino; her arms and legs were trussed spread eagle, held by ropes anchored to the floor.
It was then that Judge V., the undisclosed yet true owner of the casino, entered the room: he took a few toots of nose candy and laughed aloud, saying "This is gonna be fun."
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