Thursday, February 3, 2011

Six, lucky Six

My throat's sore y'all.  I'm drained as fuck.  I'm on fire though...

Remember at the casinos, at the craps tables, the guys screamin', "COME on, thirty-three, C'MON twenty one, double threes, double threes, give it to me Fifty One cooooome on five an-uh-one, COME ON SIX!!!!"

I feel like I'm sitting in a palm afire...

All the drunks and gamblers and whores are lookin' down at the table and watching me spin, they're laughing and hooting and hollering and leering and sarcastically cheering along for a six and they're gonna howl with mirth if I land it and they're gonna hoot even louder if I don't.

Here I am bitches.  Get your hand off that lady's ass.  Sir, get your drink off the table before she spills.  Lady, there's lipstick on your teeth.. still there... SECURITY.

Six, bitches.  Six. 


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