Quite a catchy title.
Completely true title. I walked into the aforementioned bathroom Saturday night during UFC 139 and was immediately hit with the stench of rotten beer, beans, cabbage, dirt and moldy velveeta. In such a confined space, with no windows, and the smell of Shit with a capital S pervading my nostrils, I had no choice but to piss on the floor in a form of silent protest. It’s one thing to take my money and not give a rat’s ass about it.
Subjecting me to the smell of a deranged gambler’s ass after he has gone day after day with nothing but a steady diet of Bud Light, cow shit and San Manuel’s special chili cheesedick dogs is a whore of a whole nother color. I was not surprised to see an actual shit log sitting about 7 inches to the left of the toilet bowl after I caught wind of the stench that preceded it let me tell you. That was nasty as hell. I’ve been noticing all kinds of nasty little things angry gamblers do to reap small helpings of revenge from San Manuel Casino. Especially San Manuel Casino.
Many times I’ve seen the toilet itself along with the toilet paper the walls and floor but not the bowl become the resting place for gallon after gallon of drunk angry stinky yellow urine. A week ago, someone had a bloody something in the same high limit bathroom and must have just stood there bleeding for thirty minutes or so it seemed based on the 2 foot wide puddle of blood I encountered when I walked in to have a moment of respite from the demoralizing, continuously degrading losing streak that San Manuel has me blindly staggering my way through. Many times I’ve seen people, mostly guys, intentionally miss the ash tray side of the trash cans. Instead they opt to throw the lit cigarette inside the trash can hoping it will start a small, smoky fire.
The spittle drenched stogies these derelicto extremus types suck down often find their way, still lit, to the horse hair carpet that covers much of the gulag style interior of San Manuel’s Great Hall of Gambling downstairs. Those times which come quite often on weekends, are a treat for the senses, and a bit of good fun I definitely have partaken in myself. I’ve seen many examples of drinks such as cranberry juice, ash laden orange juice and beer flavored coffee being deftly and secretly poured into the silver tray under most slot machines or into the slot machine itself, on the rug, into the sand that is supposed to extinguish the cigarettes and pretty much everywhere but in peoples fat camel toed bellies or the trash can.
Razor blades smuggled in via wives visiting their gambler convict husbands account for many shredded kevlar covered chairs at San Manuel and it does my heart good to see signs of overt and malicious damage like that. Those chairs are nearly impossible to slice through (or so I’ve been told ha ha ha) and you really have to appreciate the effort that it takes to covertly damage them without being witnessed by the utterly useless, fat ass, piece of shit, rent a cop donkey assholes, otherwise known as Public Safety Officers that patrol the highways and byways of their domain, vigilantly searching for scofflaws and sleeping gamblers.
Its fun to fuck with the fat ass guards there let me tell you. I especially love it when they ask you to show them i.d. and you tell them to fuck off and you walk away and out of the casino and they can’t do a single fucking thing about it except mutter incomprehensible threats about how they better not see you again in the next 24 hours or “they” will arrest you. That’s a laugh you think to yourself as you continue to walk completely untouched out to your car and drive away. “if they could have arrested me they would have arrested me but since they are rent a cop, police academy rejects, all bark and absolutely no bite for anyone with a clue about the 4th amendment, they can’t arrest me now or ever”.
The foregoing rant is not meant in any way to convey that the losers like myself who frequent shit hole money burning places like San Manuel and lose their cool to the point of vandalizing the place, are causing the casino anything but a very slight annoyance, and in fact are doing more to harm themselves then to actually hurt the casino in any way. San Manuel always wins. But still, Fuck San Manuel, may they roast in hell!!!
Here are some very honest reviews of San Manuel Casino for you to enjoy:
here is a picture of an ass i want to eat for days. i bring it to you in order to break up a little of the vile trash truth that is unfortunately, san manuel casino, the worst casino in the entire world.
Here’s a very nice review of San Manuel Casino’s accomodations:
How about a little love for San Manuel’s Ampitheatre, the happiest place on earth?
This is a really scintillating review of San Manuel Casino:
What I’m really getting at here people is you should stay the fuck away from San Manuel. All of their games suck bad. They steal your money. Straight up. Its not slander, its purely fact. Their slot machines are fucking tighter than a gnat’s ass, the waitresses are sea hags from hell, the security guards are fucking neanderthals, the place stinks, the parking structure is like a maze to get out of, the drink service is so abysmal, you might as well stay at home. If you do go there though, be sure to remember that you have rights and tell them all to suck it hard.
a FEW OTHER rANDOM AND uNRELATED THOUGHTS IF yoU CARE TO CONTINUE REaDING. tHANKS
I was never that into you anyway. That’s what I tell myself on rainy days in November when you pop into my mind for a fleeting second or two.
Your money or your life. Your money and your life. Your money is your life. You have no life. You have no money.
Gordon Klerks, Marie Doe, Heather Batchelder, Heather McGovern, J**y R***a…..five people who helped me out today in important ways.
UFC 139…witnessed inside the buffet hall at San Manuel Casino…was a bargain at only $1,000 USD. Let me say this…anyone betting on Cung Le to defeat Wanderlai Silva was a fool. I had a deep sense going into that fight that Cung Le, with all of his magnificent striking ability, was going to have his hands full with the intensity of the Silva’s onslaught. I was correct. The Muay Thai Clinch that led to Silva’s knee repeatedly smashing Le’s nose was painful to witness even via DirectTV. I remember a different Silva inflicting the same kind of punishment on Rich Franklin, whose nose ended up pretty much the same way.
You know, actually, looking back at Rich Franklin’s nose now it doesn’t seem half as bad as it did back then and really nowhere as bad as Cung Le’s smashed piece of crap that used to be a nose looked after he got done getting raped by Wanderlai Silva last night. Does it really matter though? I mean really, I would be literally killed were I to step into the ring with any of those guys so please Mr. Le and Mr. Franklin, believe me I’m only speaking relatively when I’m saying you guys got your asses beat. You are both still bad ass mother fuckers for sure okay.
Today has been an exercise in patience along with the sheer overwhelming feeling that comes along with self imposed abject poverty due to morbid compulsive gambling, anger management issues, sleep deprivation, forced humility, squandered opportunities and deep regret regarding self control issues and poor decision making.