Monday - Day 8 - part 4
I found a place to cash my ticket from Aces and Eights and wandered Circus Circus, checking the place out and taking some pictures. There are some
Like, on walls.
Yes, on the walls, that's where they are secreted away.
|The traditional half-a-tiger act.|
|Men in tights, light on their feet.|
Fortunately for me, in this already over-perved clowny sex palace, there never have been, are not any now, and never will be any sexual overtones whatsoever to the Water Race game. That's the game in which a pistol is used to squirt a carefully aimed high-pressure stream of water into the greedy, eager, waiting mouth of an immobilized clown, thus engorging the clown's latex sack until it ultimately explodes. Probably in clown ecstasy.
|These clowns have been around the block and come back for more every time.|
|Let's teach kids to gamble, and all about the house edge.|
I, naturally, had no such luck. In fact, I didn't win a goddamned thing.
I was playing away, and all of a sudden, my machine turned into Steven Tyler's mic stand.
I have never faced a situation like this. At first I was a little annoyed, and then concerned. And then I thought it might be good luck.
But then the scarf started to slide down further over my screen and actually obscuring the cards.
So what's the protocol here? Pick up the very personal scarf with my very person fingers and put it back? Say something? Like, "hey, your scarf is draping my queens"???
Just then the floor person wandered by and I simply pointed to it. She took care of it and we all had a good laugh.
|Goodbye, lucky scarf, back to your rightful owner... :(|
On the way out, things crossed the somewhat creepy line way over into the 'what the hell' part of the gymnasium.
I found a food stand. It sold, well, I won't call it food. On the front of it were photographs of the food that they sell.
Now, as you know, Flushiepants has a tendency write lots of double entendre's and to sexualize clown situations.
I'm not going to do this, this time, because the pictures say it all. Enjoy these penises.
|The 'glamourized' photos of the penis booth's goods.|
|The actual product. I think the ones on the right are the "Uncle Dick" size.|
And that's when I ran, screaming, out to the Asshat and on my way.