Hi there. I live in the great county of San Diego, where I can get away with wearing shorts at ANY time of the year... and I do. I'm a slot cashier at Barona Valley Ranch (resort and casino), where the real players play, and the losers never FUCKING go home!! How do these people keep playing at a casino anyway?? Do they pull the money magically out of their ass?? When they smoke their crack and see imaginary money dancing about do the machines accept it? AAAGGGHHVOEJDKLJGRABBLE RABBLE RABBLE! And my ponies are SOOOO hardcore! Yeah baby!!
My Interests
I'd like to meet:
Penguins, elephants, Dimebag Darrell (god bless his soul), Kimberly Kane and anyone else that won't take every word that comes out of my mouth seriously.
