Kids running around, frolicking, having fun. What a wonderful sight. Oh, but hold on. What’s that behind the kids? Oh yes, a slot machine. And a craps table. And a hundred more of each. And if clocks were allowed in casinos we’d see that it’s 2 in the morning. What the fuck is that all about? I have made several Vegas trips and each and every time I witness the same thing. And every time I react the same way – What the fuck are people thinking? That’s another one of life’s big mysteries to me. Although actually it probably isn’t. I probably know the answer but just don’t want to say it. But what the heck, I’ll say it anyway. Selfish bastard parents. They want to go to Vegas, Godammit, and no stinking kid is going to get in the way of that. So instead of a nice family-friendly vacation we’ll just drag the little bastards to Vegas with us. It’ll make a nice change from the trailer park.
Comments