Archive for September, 2011

Smile Mate… Your (Smashed) Face is on Casino Camera

Thursday, September 29th, 2011

Not a good way to greet the opening of one of Australia’s newest casino venues… The Star Casino, which revealed its $870 million refurbishment to the general public only a week ago, saw sixty drunken men get involved in an ugly brawl the other night. The fighting didn’t actually take part in the casino, rather near its wharf, but the casino was able to provide the police with CCTV footage to identify those involved. However, from the state of their faces after getting punched up in their drunken brawl, it may be difficult to tell who is who. The fight started after what the police call a ‘verbal altercation’ but quickly turned into a very violent fight. Many had been drinking since the early evening on a harbor cruise and probably couldn’t even remember their wonderful behavior the following day.

“A guy walks into a bar at the top floor of large skyscraper and asks for a strong one. He drinks up and asks for another one. After quite a lot of drinks he walks over to a table where there are two men sitting, talking and drinking. “I’ll bet you guys 5000 bucks I can jump out that window and land safely on street below!”

The two men look at each other then agree to accept the bet. So the drunk walks to the window and jumps out. The two men can hardly believe their own eyes when they see him land safely on the street and again enter the building. “How’d you do it?!” they ask in amazement when he enters the bar again.

“Well, you see.” the drunk replies. “There is this ventilation shaft straight below this window, and the stream of air is so strong, it slows you down enough to land safely on the grid. Why don’t you try it yourselves?”
So, both the men hurry to the window and jump out, facing certain death as they hit the street at high speed.

At this point, the bartender walks up to the drunk and says: “You know what, Superman? You can be a real bastard when you’re drunk!” “

Remote Irish Village Celebrates Lottery Win

Wednesday, September 28th, 2011

Mayo, the remote Irish farming and fishing village in the extreme northwest tip of the country, was celebrating one of the local families’ €11 million lottery success after last weekend’s National Lottery draw. The family, which has been described as “modest and unassuming”, was apparently still trying to take in the good news and have refused to comment. Their parish priest, however, has said that they have a large family, many from abroad, who will be joining them to celebrate the win. Now call me a cynic, but, hey, I BET the family will be running back to help celebrate! Imagine hundreds of long-lost relatives making their way to sleepy Mayo after decades of being away, knocking on the family’s door, and presenting themselves. (“Didn’t your Da tell you that he had a third cousin twice removed from his gran’s side?”) ….

And on the subject of long lost relatives:

A young punk got on the cross town bus and sat down in the only vacant seat, directly across from an old man.

The young punk had spiked, multi-colored, green, purple, and orange hair. His clothing was a tattered mix of leather rags. His legs were bare and he was without shoes. His entire face and body were riddled with pierced jewelry and his earrings included big, bright red, yellow and green feathers.

The old man glared at the young punk for him for the next ten miles, as the bus traveled across the city.
Finally, the punk looked across at the old man, and yelled, “What are you looking at old man? Didn’t you do anything wild when you were young?”

Without missing a beat, the old man replies, “Yeah. Back when I was very young and in the Navy, I got really drunk in Singapore and had a one-night stand with a parrot… I thought you might be my son.”

Lottery Ticket Thief with a Conscience

Saturday, September 24th, 2011

John Holder of Tennessee was ecstatic when he realized that his lottery ticket had hit the jackpot and he was $50,000 richer. After signing the back of the ticket, he made a photocopy and posted it at the gas station where he bought the ticket. But then, on the way home, Holder gave a lift to a stranger in this truck and the ticket was stolen. A distraught Holder thought that the gods couldn’t be THAT cruel by giving him $50K, only to take it away from him. But then, incredibly, the winning scratchcard was mailed to the local lottery office, simply marked ‘lost and found’, with no returning address. Holder was understandably speechless about the thief with a conscience. The winner lost no time in cashing his win and banking the check. Moral of the story? Don’t give strangers rides and always sign your lottery ticket!

“A blonde, a redhead, and a brunette went into a farm to steal chickens. The police were nearby and they heard them and came in. The girls quickly jumped into three potato sacks so they wouldn’t be seen.

One policeman kicked the sack with the redhead, and she said “meow” pretending to be a cat.

He kicked the second one with the brunette, and she said “ruff”, pretending to be a dog.

When he kicked the third sack with the blonde, she said “potatoes.”

Poker Player Threatens Bloody Carnage

Wednesday, September 21st, 2011

A player on an unnamed online poker site gave new meaning the concept ‘sore loser’ after he threatened bloody carnage in an email sent to the site’s head office. The man, from the UK, lost nearly $30,000 playing at the poker room between June 2010 and May 2011, and he eventually went beserk over the losses. The man sent an email to the Isle of Man head office, threatening to come after the workers with a shotgun unless they paid him out his losses. Despite sending the site a letter of apology the following day, saying that he was drunk at the time of writing it, the poker site decided to take the matter up with the police and Michael Gallagher was arrested. He is currently out on bail and will be sentenced for blackmail and violent threats next month.

At school, a boy was told by a classmate that most adults are hiding at least one dark secret, and that this makes it very easy to blackmail them by saying, “I know the whole truth”. The boy decides to go home and try it out. He goes home, and as he is greeted by his mother he says, “I know the whole truth.” His mother quickly hands him a $50 note and says, “Just don’t tell your father.
“Quite pleased, the boy waits for his father to get home from work, and greets him with, “I know the whole truth.” The father also promptly hands him a $50 note and says, “Please don’t say a word to your mother.”
Very pleased, the boy is on his way to school the next day, when he sees the mailman at his front door. The boy greets him by saying, “I know the whole truth.” The mailman drops the mail, opens his arms, and says, “Then come give your FATHER a big hug.”

The End of my English Lottery Dream…

Monday, September 19th, 2011

There it goes… my English lottery dream… my chance to take home GBP 250,000 and buy a new home in the country and a smart sports car to park outside in the winding driveway… The operators of the UK’s national lottery, Camelot, confirmed this week that a quarter of a million pound lottery ticket went unclaimed for the full year and the deadline to claim it has now passed. As such, the money from the Lotto Plus 5 has now been transferred to the lottery’s Good Causes fund. In true understated fashion, a spokesman for the lottery would only comment: “I would urge all players to check their tickets.”
YOU DON’T SAY! And what do you think I’ve been doing for the past few weeks in a desperate attempt to find out if maybe, just maybe, I was the winner of this unclaimed prize?!

And as nod to all things English that are well-mannered and understated:

The Queen of England was showing the Archbishop of Canterbury around the Royal Stables when one of the stallions close by farted so loudly it couldn’t be ignored.
‘Oh dear,’ said the Queen, ‘How embarrassing. I’m frightfully sorry about that.’
‘It’s quite understandable,’ said the archbishop, and after a moment added, ‘as a matter of fact I thought it was the horse.’

Atlantic City Revenues Battled by Storms

Sunday, September 11th, 2011

If you can’t blame it on anything else, blame it on the weather. That’s what authorities in Atlantic City have been forced to do after number showed that there was a 20% drop in revenues last month. This time the casinos could blame the numbers on Hurricane Irene, which forced 11 of them to close for three full days, leading to millions of dollars in losses. The last time such losses were felt was in March 2009, when a 19.4% decline was recorded. Revenue from slot machines fell 21%, while table games did a little better, with a revenue decrease of ‘only’ 17%. I guess with revenue in Atlantic City falling all the time, it’s refreshing to have a ‘real’ reason on which to blame the stats.

And to celebrate the back of Irene who blew in and blew out, causing quite a bit of damage, here are a couple of one line groaners:

What did the tornado say to the other tornado?
You turn me on.

What did the thermometer say to the other thermometer?
You make my temperature rise.

What did the hurricane say to the other hurricane?
I have my eye on you.

What did the lightning bolt say to the other lightning bolt?
You’re shocking.

What did one tornado say to the other?
Let’s twist again, like we did last summer….

NJ Governor Takes a Blow at Vegas

Friday, September 9th, 2011

We understand that New Jersey Governor Chris Christie is keen on promoting tourism to Atlantic City, especially taking into account the drop in the number of gamblers in this region in recent years. But we can’t blame residents of Las Vegas taking offence to the governor’s latest comments where he said that “you’d have to be stupid” to visit Sin City in the summer. OK, so maybe the good guv’ner was alluding to Vegas’ 100 degree average heat but surely there was a more tactful way of telling tourists to come to Atlantic City than that….

Lucy came home one night and heard a voice that said, “Quit your job, sell your home, take your money and go to Atlantic City.”

She ignored it.

But the next night, it repeated the same message. And the next night. This went on for a couple of weeks and began to get on Lucy’s nerves. Finally, she did as instructed. She quit her job, sold her home and the next day drove to Atlantic City, where she took a room at one of the casinos.

That night, the voice said, “Go to the roulette table.” So she did. And while standing there with some other people, they all heard a voice that said, “Place all your money on Lucky 9.”

She obeyed, did as instructed and the croupier wished her luck as he spun the wheel. They all watched anxiously as the wheel went round and round, round and round. Finally, it stopped. The ball was on 14.

And they all heard the voice: “Damn!’

(Not) the Luck of the Irish for Some Online Gamblers

Tuesday, September 6th, 2011

Irish banks have thought of a novel excuse to turn down a person’s mortgage application – online gambling. Turns out that some banks on the Emerald Isle have decided that the fact that a person gambles online means that he or she is not able to pay back debts, and have even taken to decline applications outright, without even looking at other factors such as the person’s income, credit record, etc. I find this particularly galling, considering that for 99.9% of the population, online gambling is like any type of entertainment. Are they going to start turning down mortgage applications because a person plays golf or goes to the movies??

Paddy and Murphy are walking down the street. Murphy falls down a manhole. Paddy shouts down: “What shall I do?” Murphy replies: “Call me an ambulance!” Murphy jumps up clapping and starts shouting: “Murphy is an ambulance. Murphy is an ambulance!”

***
Father McGee walked into the church and spotted a man sitting cross-legged on the altar.

‘My son,’ said the holy man, ‘what are you doing? Who are you?’

‘I’m God,’ said the stranger.

‘Pardon?’

‘I’m God,’ he repeated. ‘This is my house!’

Father McGee ran into the presbytery and, in total panic, rang the archbishop.

‘Your reverence,’ said he, ‘I hate to trouble you, but there’s a man sat on me altar who claims he’s God. What’ll he do?’

Take no chances,’ said the archbishop. ‘Get back in the church and look busy!’

New Immigrant Tricked out of Lottery Prize

Sunday, September 4th, 2011

Why are people so bad to each other? The latest lottery story goes that an illegal immigrant to the US walked into a Spring Valley store and purchased a $10 scratch off instant lottery ticket. Knowing no English at all, he asked the clerk to see whether he had won. When he learned that he had stumbled on a $3 million windfall, the store clerk hatched a plan with the owner and another man and told him that he if claimed his prize, he’d be deported. He told him that if he gave the ticket to the clerk, he’d get some of the money, but not all. The three crooks then went on to claim the money for themselves. After several months, the immigrant hired a lawyer and the three were eventually charged with first degree grand larceny. The original owner may eventually get his winnings back, but for now they are tied up in frozen bank accounts and will remain there until the case is sorted out. Not nice, guys!

A Russian arrives in New York City as a new immigrant to the United States. He stops the first person he sees walking down the street and says, “Thank you Mr. American for letting me into this country, giving me housing, food stamps, free medical care, and a free education!”
The passerby says, “You are mistaken, I am a Mexican.” The man goes on and encounters another passerby. “Thank you for having such a beautiful country here in America.”
The person says, “I not American, I Vietnamese.”
The new arrival walks farther, and the next person he sees he stops, shakes his hand, and says, “Thank you for wonderful America!
That person puts up his hand and says, “I am from Middle East. I am not American.”
He finally sees a nice lady and asks, “Are you an American?”
She says, “No, I am from Africa.”
Puzzled, he asks her, “Where are all the Americans?”
The African lady checks her watch and says, “Probably at work.”

Casino Fined for Allowing Cheater to Gamble

Saturday, September 3rd, 2011

The Tropicana Casino and Resort in Atlantic City had its knuckles rapped recently by the state’s Division of Gaming Enforcement after it was found that it allowed a person who had been excluded from gambling in the city to play at its casino.
The casino was fined $15,000 after it allowed the gambler who has been convicted of cheating in the past, to play at its tables, where he was found cheating again. The state said that it would put the $15,000 towards its Casino Revenue Fund which supports compulsive gambling treatment.

And speaking of compulsive behavior:
A Stanford Medical research group advertised for participants in a
study of obsessive-compulsive disorder.
They were looking for therapy clients who had been diagnosed with this
disorder.
The response was gratifying; they got 3,879 responses one hour after
the ad came out.
All from the same person
AND
Patient: “Doctor, my wife thinks I’m crazy because I like sausages.”
Psychiatrist: “Nonsense! I like sausages too.”
Patient: “Good, you should come and see my collection. I’ve got hundreds of them.”