Thursday, October 1, 2009

I had a damn good system, putting all my casino cards in my ring. But no, you can't handle just rifling through them to use the right one when you play the slots. I take it out to benefit you, Pop, and now you've destroyed my fucking system. I'll never be able to put it back again. Fuck You, Father. I thought we were going to be good with each other before you leave.

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