Archive for May, 2010

Ode to a Loving Father

Monday, May 31st, 2010

Talk about tough love! What would you do if your son won the lottery? A) Delight in his victory, B) Delight his victory and hope that he’ll remember who put him through school or C) Kill him? A Brazilian father decided that the only way he was going to get his hands on his son’s $16 million lottery jackpot was simply to have him done away with. Fabio de Barros won the lottery in 2006 and since then has been in conflict with his father about the money. Francisco decided that he had had enough and decided to hire two hit men to kill his son. Unfortunately for him – and fortunately for Fabio – the police were monitoring his calls and promptly arrested the loving father for the intent to carry out a murder.  Nice guy.

So did you hear the latest $3,000,000 Kentucky State Lottery? Apparently, the winner gets $3 a year for a million years!

 

And here’s another. A husband says to his wife: “What would you do if I won the lottery?” She answers him without missing a beat: “I would take half, then leave you.” “Great,” he answers, “I won $12. Take $6 and bugger off.”

Poker Chip Counterfeiter is as Dumb as they Come

Monday, May 31st, 2010

Ok, so here’s the latest tale of a 20 year old student who thought he could cheat some of the world’s top casinos using a ‘brilliant’ method that he came up with. Simply take a photo of a £25 denomination poker chip found at Gala Casino in the UK, send off the image to a couple of poker manufacturing firms and have them produce a huge quantity so that you can use at the said casino. The guy didn’t figure however, that the firms would be slightly suspicious that they were being asked to produce chips of such a well known casino, and that – as things go – they’d call the cops on him. After the guy’s computer was seized, it was found that he had pictures of all the Gala Casinos across the country – gotcha! The guy was promptly jailed for 18 months….

And to balance out the status quo (‘coz cops can get corny too), here’s a joke courtesy of the Comedy Zone: A policeman is driving along the road when he gets an urgent message on his radio telling him there has been a dead body found in an ice cream van just down the road.

He rushes to the scene where he discovers a man’s body, with chocolate flakes up each nostril, raspberry sauce all over his head and he is covered from head to toe in hundreds and thousands.

A puzzled onlooker asks the policeman what he thinks has happened, to which the policeman replies:

“It looks like he’s topped himself”.

Slot Winnings… So Near and Yet So Far

Saturday, May 29th, 2010

I bet the Pennsylvania guy who put himself on voluntary self exclusion at Pennsylvania casinos is kicking himself in the feet after winning a slot machine jackpot… and then seeing his money slip through his fingers. The sad tale happened after the guy chose to ban himself from casinos for a particular period. Despite this step, he decided to visit his favorite casino anyway and try his luck at the slot machine. His joy of hitting the $2000 jackpot soon turned to sorrow, however, after he was told that because he was on voluntary ban, he could not claim his prize and had to forfeit it. The money, instead, will be donated to a compulsive gambler treatment fund. Poor bugger!

So here’s a joke I read online this week: A guy wins a big jackpot on a slot machine in Vegas. As it is paying out of the machine, but before the pit boss reaches the lucky winner, a haggard man approaches him and says, “I don’t mean to disturb you during your big moment, but my wife is sick and needs an operation. Could you see your way clear to giving me $5,000 of your winnings?” The guy says, “Well, it’s all well and good for you to say that, and if it’s true I sympathize, but how do I know you’re not going to turn around and just gamble it away?” The haggard man responds, “Oh, I got gambling money.”

Paddy Power Gets Cattish

Sunday, May 23rd, 2010

Ho hum. The guys at England’s Advertising Standards Authority must really be bored. They recently ordered Paddy Power, one of Ireland’s biggest sports betting groups, to remove an ad that they claimed encouraged animal cruelty. The bookie group’s ad had a team of blind soccer players using a cat as a rugby ball, and the ASA claims that they had literally hundreds of complaints over the campaign.  I mean, come on guys, surely the public has the intelligence to know that a cat is NOT a play thing and that the average soccer player, blind or otherwise, won’t mistake a furry thing with four legs and whiskers for a round leather soccer ball!?!?

I was going to bring you some jokes about our furry friends but I don’t want to be accused of hurting their feelings, so we’ll have to laugh at soccer players instead, courtesy of SoccerJokes:

The Devil was constantly challenging St Peter to a game of soccer, but St Peter refused, until one day while walking around heaven he discovered that quite a number of international footballers had entered the ‘pearly gates’.

“I think I’ll arrange to play that soccer game,” said St Peter to the Devil. “We have a great number of international soccer stars in heaven at the moment from which to select a winning team.”

“You’ll lose, you’ll lose!” taunted the Devil. “What makes you so sure we’ll lose?” enquired St Peter. “Because,” laughed the Devil, “we have all the referees down here.”

Bachus Cracks a Poker Joke

Wednesday, May 19th, 2010

I try to be respectful towards US politicians, despite their views on gambling. I really do. But sometimes these guys come out with such inane comments about poker and gambling that I can’t keep quiet about it. The latest is an exclusive interview that Rep. Spencer Bachus, R-Alabama gave to ABC News. Bachus, a Ranking Member of the House Financial Services Committee, is known for his rabid hatred of anything that requires a bet to be placed (wonder if the guy buys lottery tickets…) and said wisely to the interviewer: “Internet poker is the crack cocaine of gambling.” I mean – give me a break! Talk about over-dramatizing! It’s time that these politicians stepped down from their soapboxes and examined the subject in a little more depth. Maybe they’ll realize what a great game (of skill!) poker is and even start playing a game or too. I mean, if Mr. Obama is said to be a fan of the game, it can’t be a bad pastime for his house members to try out.…

 At a Friday night poker game , John lost $500 on a single hand, had a heart attack, and died. “Who’s going to tell his wife?” the guys asks They drew cards, and Bill drew the low card. He knocked on John’s door and told his wife, “John lost $500 at poker tonight.” She turns red and yells, “Tell that $#*^$% to DROP DEAD!”
Bill walks away sheepishly and says, “I’ll tell him.”

Dumb Thief Pisses Poker Pro

Wednesday, May 19th, 2010

Ok, the prize for the dumbest thief definitely has to go to Adam Ramsay of Australia who was arrested this week for stealing a car belonging to poker pro, Van Marcus. Ramsay actually started off with a promising future for the title as Criminal of the Year. He casually walked up to the valet at the Crown Casino in Melbourne and pointed to ‘his’ car. The valet (incredibly, dumber than Ramsay), believed him and handed over the keys. Ok, this is where Ramsay starts to fail. Firstly, he stole the car of a very high profile poker player who would definitely squeal the minute he saw the back of his beloved car. Secondly, the car just happened to be a bright red F430 Ferrari Spider – not your average run-of-the-mill convertible, and not a car you would want to be driving if your goal was to remain inconspicuous. And thirdly, after several good hours of driving, Ramsay decided to put gas in the car at a station – where he was promptly arrested. Even his own lawyer told the courts: “He just couldn’t do something more dumb in the circumstances he was in.”

 A blonde decides to do a good deed for her elderly neighbors and offers to do some painting for free. “What do I paint?” she asks eagerly. The old man thinks and then suggests the porch. The blonde happily agrees and the old man doesn’t expect to see her until the end of the day. However, half an hour later, the blonde turns up to the front door and states: “I’m done!” Then walking down the garden path, as an afterthought, she calls over her shoulder, “And, oh, by the way, that was a Ferrari, not a Porsche!”

Pitbull Gambling Hits Malaysia

Friday, May 14th, 2010

Malay Muslims are having a hard time swallowing the fact that their government is letting immorality wreak havoc in the country. Hundreds of devoted Islamists gathered this weekend to demonstrate the approval (gasp! horror!) of a sports betting license to a local company and (Heaven help us!) the scheduled performance of US rapper, Pitbull this Saturday. Me thinks officials at the demonstration need to look at things in perspective. Comments such as: “We must act before gambling floods our country!” and “Gambling is a cancer to our society” seem a bit OTT… don’t you think?

So here are a couple of fun thoughts, courtesy of CasinoChecker:

 10 Ways to Know You’re Obsessed with Gambling

 1. You go to a hockey game and wonder what happened to the dealers and boxman.
2. When an ambulance passes with flashing lights, you assume someone hit a “hand pay.”
3. When your kid says math “came easy” today, you ask if it was a 4,6,8 or 10.
4. You go into a shoe store and ask if they have 4, 6, or 8 deck.
5. When your English professor says the author made his point; you ask if he pressed or not.
6. You hear the bible story where Lazarus is told to “Come out”, and you ask for a 2-way C & E.
7. You show up early at the bakery to take advantage of the hot rolls.
8. You wonder if a salad shooter is really a gambling device.
9. When the bartender asks if you want a “double”, you say not against an ace.
10. You go into a 7-11 and ask to play the “don’t.”

Tale of the Spread Betting Rabbi

Wednesday, May 12th, 2010

If you were a struggling poker player who really needed to get your bankroll into line, and your religious guru offered to make a quick buck for you by spread betting, the chances are that you’d put your fortune and beliefs in the guy’s hands, right? Whatever you’d be doing, UK poker pro, Andrew Feldman thought that doing a deal with his rabbi would reap in the rewards. Feldman struck a deal with his Rabbi Nissim in 2008 which would see the poker player fund a spread betting account, which Nissim would use to bet on movements on the Dow Jones Stock index. But Feldman is now claiming that Nissim ran up losses of up to £140,000 in his name and made up to 77 bets in four hour sessions. This is an interesting one to ponder, and I for one look forward to see what the judge will rule at a later date.

So in the spirit of religion and lots of cash: An old lady from Brooklyn calls for her rabbi and tells him that she is dying and wants to make her final requests. “Firstly, dear Rabbi, I want to be cremated,” she says. He remains silent. “Secondly, dear Rabbi,” she continues, “I want my ashes to be spread over Bloomindales.” The Rabbi cannot keep silent anymore. “Bloomingdales??” he asks. “Why Bloomingdales??”  “So that my daughters will visit me twice a week,” came her reply.

UK Elections Trigger Strange Betting Markets

Sunday, May 9th, 2010

It’s quite amazing just how many UK citizens bet on last week’s general elections, considered one of the closest in this generation. I found it highly amusing to find the huge range of betting choices offered to punters who were trying to make a quick buck out of this event. These include the bet on whether Gordon Brown would fire the assistant whom he accused of causing the biggest election gaffe in history when he called a voter a bigot. Never mind that Brown did the name-slinging – the guy is after the head of Susan Nye who introduced the PM to the voter…  All in all, Britons bet over $60 million on these elections!!

OK, so here’s a joke doing the rounds: Gordon Brown goes on a state visit to Israel . While he is on a tour of Jerusalem he suffers a heart attack and passes away. The undertaker tells the British Diplomats accompanying him, ‘You can have him shipped home for £5,000,000, or you can bury him here, in the Holy Land , for just £100.’

The British Diplomats go into a corner and discuss for a minute. They come back to the undertaker and tell him they want Gordon shipped home.

The undertaker is puzzled and asks, ‘Why would you spend £5,000,000 to ship him home, when it would be wonderful to be buried here and you would spend only £100? With the money you save you could help pay back some of the deficit, help pay for the Olympic Games or help the elderly’.

The British Diplomats replied, ‘Two thousand years ago a man died here, was buried here, and three days later he rose from the dead. We just can’t take the risk.’

Gamblers Have a Brain!

Sunday, May 9th, 2010

Remember those guys who spent hundreds of man hours and millions in research money telling us that gambling is a pleasant pastime? Well, these geniuses have come up with another revolutionary discovery – this time that a near-miss at the slot machines or other gambling devices still provides a rush for gamblers. According to the new ‘ground-breaking’ research from the United Kingdom, “the near-miss rush, while mild among recreational gamblers, is almost as intense a rush for the brain as an actual win…”  I know I say this too often, really I do, but I can’t resist it this time. DUH!!! I mean, do they really think that they discovered the Holy Grail by telling us that it’s that ‘near-miss’ feeling that keeps us coming back for more? That’s what gambling is all about, and we don’t need geeky lab rats to tell us that!

A guy goes to Vegas and wins $500,000 at the blackjack tables. He doesn’t want to share his good fortune with his wife, so he creeps home, digs a hole and buries the loot in his backyard. The next morning he wakes up and finds that the money is gone, with footsteps leading to his deaf-mute neighbor’s home. The enraged player hauls out a gun, goes to another neighbor (who happens to understand sign language) and together they enter the deaf-mute’s home. “Tell this guy that if he doesn’t tell me what he did with my cash, I’m going to kill him,” says the gambler. The neighbor signs to the deaf-mute who replies, “Ok, ok, tell him it’s under my bed.” To translator turns to the gambler and said: “He’s not going to tell you. He said he’d rather die first!”