Casinos are white trash magnets

I went to a casino yesterday and was stunned by the level of white trash – it was like a bug zapper, which is itself white trash.  I was sitting next to a classy gentleman that had a sleeveless pocket T on with cialis generic no prescription a soft pack of Pall Malls tucked neatly inside.  His overly dry grey mullet was sloppily clipped, hanging from under his “I’d rather be bowhunting” ball cap.  Yet, most disturbing to me, was that he had a stack of hundreds that more or less represented my entire financial worth.  I am a college graduate and here this guy is giving all my teachers and professors the virtual middle finger, “Take that, education!  I got me $1000.”  I don’t know whether to be depressed or start selling Oxycontin.