Within seconds of finally getting my brother moved into his new house. My first question is "where's the nearest casino"? My brother said "Red Rock, five minutes east". Me: WTF??? Lets get going dude. LIKE NOW!! Him: Don't you want to take a shower first? Me: Do I stink? Him: No but you're kinda dusty and haggard looking. Me: Fuck you, this is my look.... I call it the "too old to give a rat's ass look", you don't approve? Him: Do I have a choice? Me: No now lets FUCKING GO. I have exactly 6 hours before I have to head to the airport. And that is how I got to check out the Red Rock. Nice fuckin place. I was kinda dirty yes but I fit in pretty well. Seems like a locals place. Maybe because it's so far off the strip. Maybe it's the time we went (early Monday). Lot's of clueless Texas hold em players. Cocktail waitresses are quick as bunnies... which got me to thinkin "I wonder if they fuck like bunnies to" yet I digress. Thanks for you're hard earned money bitches.This place would rate 4 stars whether I won or lost. Others won't be so lucky in future reviews.
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