I joined the queue for Tryst nightclub but it became apparent that the only way to get in was to grease the bouncer. As you all know I am far from tight but to give money to the clown at the door made my skin crawl. It was only the 2nd night and there was plenty of time for some of my signature dance moves in the next 3 night. I shock the boys hands, squeezed past the line of girls and I high tailed it back to the Hard Rock and hit the Black Jack table. It was not long until the pit boss knew I meant business and gave me free membership to the “Rockstar Players Club”. I was on a roll up $5G, hot ladies off each shoulder and taking Vegas by storm, Stacky Style. The time ticked by and the tide started to turn. As they say all good things come to an end and by 11am I was gone. I did my cash. Oh well plenty more nights to get it back but now it was bedtime. A few of the faithful ladies followed me to the lifts but I told them it was bed time and I was in no mood for some “fun”. I staggered into the room at 1130am collapsed on my bed fully clad, shoes and all. The next thing I know Hutcho is waking me. “Stacky what happened to you? Where the hell have you been?” one simple answer…….
Fucking Gaming!!!!!!!
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