Yeah buddy, I’d been robbed by a one-armed bandit. But in reality, I’d willingly gave it my money, so I can’t report the thief to the local police. What’s a girl supposed to do? Enquiring minds wanna know?
So, here’s the scenario, I walk into a dimly lighted building, there’s a symphony of chimes, bells, alarms, and music coming from all directions. Lined up on the floor are slot machines wooing me with their bright lights and colorful symbols. At first, I play hard to get, but eventually, I succumb to temptation. Then I’ll sit down in front of a slot machine and start feeding it with my own money.
Once in a while, the slot machine will give me back some of my own money or better yet, give me back more money than I gave it. If that’s not true love I don’t know what is! 😉
That’s my story and I’m sticking to it!
If loving a slot machine is wrong, I don’t wanna be right! 😉
OK, I know I’m speaking to the choir, but:
Please gamble responsibly
Oh, and by the way, you and I are worthy of abundance and casino life is fun.