Last week in Vegas, NYC-pal Scott reminded us of his college friend who had Kenny Rogers' The Gambler stuck in his head for two years. Straight. Without a break. No joke. This guy couldn't shake the song – couldn't fold it, couldn't walk away, couldn't run. He tried everything, including hypnotherapy, and there were even plans made for electro-shock. Fortunately, before it came to that, the song miraculously reached its end...
"...So when he'd finished speakin',
he turned back towards the window,
Crushed out his cigarette and faded off to sleep..."
Speaking of Vegas, we busted the Tropicana and were shown the door, walking away up $160. And speaking of busting the casinos, check out 21 in theaters and let us know what you think (reviews have been mixed). Beautiful coeds trained to scam millions certainly sounds appealing...
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