We’ve been writing Trip Reorts as long as there has been BARGE. (We’re trying to spread the fun.)
Here are a few we’ve collected.
We’ve been writing Trip Reorts as long as there has been BARGE. (We’re trying to spread the fun.)
Here are a few we’ve collected.
The story of my nineteenth BARGE. “Filthy $2 mouse.”
This Trip report […] is an acknowledgement of how special each and every one of you is.
My fourth EMBARGO. “Great Scott!”
I see a casino manager coming into the room but not into the middle of the pit but towards my table. He looks about as happy Archie Bunker.
My third EMBARGO. “Do you have the shoe?”
I am being called the biggest drunk in the biggest little city.
The story of my eighteenth BARGE. “I get by with a little help from my friends.”
My second EMBARGO. “He doesn’t know.”
The pit boss is like in my lap. … When count gets to -2 I just sit out the rest of the deck and order another drink. I wonder if they have my picture or they just sweat more than me jogging in LV.
The story of my seventeenth BARGE. “Party down at Binion’s”