Simply pop in and pop a decent pair of cans on your head. Closed back, not open back, you want to block out noise, particularly the din of the bloody staff telling you that you need to leave. Turn up the volume on some loud music and get your pals to do the same. We did this in Thonford Gala and four hours later the batteries all run out on our devices. We made the mistake of taking the bins off our heads. There was a 120db racket coming from 142 lackeys, 24 supervisors, 10 managers, 2 area managers and 1 CEO of Gala Coral all bellowing in unison "YOU MUST LEAVE NOW!"
We also tried this in Bedworth Cashino, but the manageress was that loud and gobby it didn't work.
Anyway who wants a story?
What's that?......I can't hear you!!
I said WHO WANTS A STORY?!?
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Who sold that tumbleweed a ticket?
Look, it's a good 'un Fruitchatters. It features grannies with nail guns that fire out bingo dabbers and heavy slugs that aren't slugs at all but Emax terminals. Are you ready?
Do scenarios of beating those who resemble the wife of my grandad count?! Seriously such a high % of those old biddies who play slots in bingo halls are the biggest cunts in society?!
They pay the wages and we should all remember that. All of there money is finishing in the machines one way or another; if they can enjoy it and line out pockets all the better. If I have to take it off them kicking and screaming fair enough, but it's better when it's smiles all round. It so often is.
