Life would be so much easier without all the jump-scares... Oh. My name is Grimsley, but 26-years-later I'm mostly over the initial embarrassment. Dark Type specialist, croupier, and collector of phobias. And it is "croupier" rather than "dealer;" I'm not going to sell you weed. My voice is admittedly quiet, so don't feel bad about asking me to repeat things. Also I'm quite fragile. Please look but don't touch. Boy, it'd suck to be the one responsible for shattering an Elite 4 member.
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I snapped a picture of the infamous Comedy Chopsticks, I guess.
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I was moonlighting at Crystal Swans Casino in Undella (avoid that place at all costs; the floor manager is a skeezball, their liquor license is dubious at best, and I sometimes work there) when I entered the breakroom to discover a pair of chopsticks lying forlornly on an otherwise empty table.
It was a formidable task explaining why chopsticks warranted six solid minutes of laughter.
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Poker Tip from a Pro:
Puke on the table. It's not TECHNICALLY against the rules.
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Yea, hear me, he who eats mini M&M's out of a paper dixie cup is the biggest tool to ever operate a casino.
My boss is a tool.
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You can deal with it how Art and I deal with it: by going to Applebees at ten PM and making "tasty treats" with bleu cheese dressing, chocolate sauce, and sweet n low.
Good morning, yes, hello. I am a different Grimsley than I was when I drew the thing in my last post. It’s true.
I was once a 26-year-old casino employee residing with his mother. Now I am a 27-year-old casino employee residing with his mother. Shocking as it may be, people change. That’s just the way it is.
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Good morning, yes, hello. I am a different Grimsley than I was when I drew the thing in my last post. It's true.
I was once a 26-year-old casino employee residing with his mother. Now I am a 27-year-old casino employee residing with his mother. Shocking as it may be, people change. That's just the way it is.
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I drew something nice for the no-doubt bored league employee who has to review my folder. Hope it brightens your day, Respected Mystery Peon!
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What's disconcertingly pale, has four thumbs and three legs collectively, and is going to be a unit called "parents" in approximately nine months?
Tay-Lor is pregnant and has this to say about it: "Your work here is done, Gooch. You can keel over and die now."
This is the next generation of childrearing, folks.
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you-jellicent-bro replied to your post: They fucked up my order at Taco Bell. Well, okay,...
Passive to a fault, huh? …Hey, Grimsley! You’re gonna bring me a taco the next time you go to Taco Bell, right?
You know what, actually, you can have the taco I never received. Just pull up to the window (don't bother with the speaker) and be like, "Give me Grimsley's taco." Don't blink. Maybe drool and snarl a little bit so they know you're all kinds of zoo animal hungry.
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They fucked up my order at Taco Bell. Well, okay, it's impossible to really fuck up my order because I'll eat anything. But it remains that I received only five crunchy tacos when I ordered six. Tay-Lor urged me to go back and show them the receipt, but I drove onward muttering about getting some Doritos at home to compensate for the MIA taco.
I'm passive to a fault. Sometimes I have to wonder how on this gross green earth I snagged a thing at the Elite4 (but it doesn't keep me up at night or anything; don't look a gift horse in the throat).
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Here, hold on. Let me give you my Mother's phone number. She'll tell you all about it. I would give you Tay-Lor's, but she's miffed at me right now. I've yet to determine why, though.
But I’m a lovable idiot, Lenora.
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But I'm a lovable idiot, Lenora.
Yes.
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Hm, well. Alright. I've been getting the impression that you think I'm some kind of low-life skeezebag or something to that effect. Might I ask why?
Hey… Are you implying I’m a bad influence?
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Hey... Are you implying I'm a bad influence?
Grimsley’s voicemail greetings have been largely, how should we say, nonverbal for the entire yearstimes I’ve known him. Like right now it’s all “YOU HAVE REACHED THE VOICEMAILBOX OF (distressed yelp).”
He convinced his girlfriend to do it too because hers is now the sound of a violin being tuned with maybe some tv noise in the background.
Like, I want to have a weird noise as my voicemail greeting, but my publicist would probably come to my house and build a cozy little hearth in my studio for the express purpose of using me to clean the chimney.
I just want to be cool.
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I won't be happy until there's a decent punk cover of the Welcome Back Kotter theme.
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you-jellicent-bro said:
Dude, reception sticks are hella overrated. They’re waaaay too expensive and not very tasty.
Well, I do believe that's your opinion, Mack. Most of the time they aren't expensive at all because whoever has them is trying to push them on me as a formality. A chalky, bitter, delicious formality.
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