mickey, ever think people reading your posts wonder just why it is that everything you claim to know about is "in the past", "years ago", or it happened to "an old friend of mine" or "my ap pal told me"?
You're so full of it that because you have so few actual experiences with anything anywhere in life outside of hoboing, lumping, drinking and two-bit gambling, you've created this sort of fantasy gambling life, where you need to insert yourself into nearly every situation in order to feel a tinge of relevance. You're like the poor sad guy that latches on....the pathetic slob who needs to feel as if he "belongs".
Get real.



					
					
					
						
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 Can you just IMAGINE the strewn around crumpled food wrappers, cigarette ashes, scrunched empty beer and coke cans, crusty Rosie Palmer sex towels, ketchup and saucy sauce stains, loose change in the crevices, and caked-on mustiness on the inside of the windows?
						