Dealers in Sin City know all the tricks of the trade. As an old hand at the blackjack tables, I’ve heard more than my fair share of gambling jokes. Today on 777.com I’m going to share some memorable giggles with you. It’s a punter’s life – enjoy the games.Greetings fellow gamblers, I’d like to share a story with you guys. As I’ve alluded to in prior posts, I’m a dealer at a Las Vegas casino. Blackjack’s my game of choice, but Texas Hold’em poker is another game I’m particularly fond of. Let me take you back to a game of blackjack I was running. When a player asked me about the rules at my table, I blurted out, ‘I stand on hard 17.” A group of elderly ladies giggled sheepishly off to my right – clearly finding humor in my response. I responded, “At other tables you’re likely to find dealers hitting on soft 17s – although 21 is the legal gambling age in Las Vegas casinos. The rapturous applause that erupted earned me a pretty penny in blackjack dealer’s tips that evening :)
One of the classic Las Vegas jokes does its rounds
So here’s a story to tickle your sides. A group of guys decide to go on a Vegas vacation. Uncle Sal, Benny, Paulie and a relative newcomer Lou hit the tables at the Stratosphere Hotel on the Vegas Strip. Things are going great for the new guy – Lou – but the rest decide to quit while they’re ahead and head off back to Dallas. Lou stays on an extra day and makes $150,000 in hard cash. He’s thrilled with his winnings but he doesn’t want the others to know for fear that he might have to share his money with them.
Lou arrives home at 6 am on a Tuesday morning. He’s not sure what to do with his cash but he certainly doesn’t want anyone finding out about it. He grabs a shovel from the barn and digs a 2 foot hole near the fence post and stashes his loot inside. After shoveling dirt over the hole and stomping on it, he tosses the shovel in the bushes and goes to bed. Later that day he awakens and decides to check on his stash. It’s gone! Luckily he sees a trail in the dirt with footprints leading to the house up the path. A deaf mute lives there alone. Fortunately there’s a professor close by who regularly communicates with the mute. Lou grabs his shotgun and stomps towards the professor’s house, “I need you to get that guy to tell me exactly where my stash is!”
The professor wraps on the deaf-mute’s door and communicates with him. "Where is Lou’s money?" he urges. "Tell him it’s under the doormat to my barn – there’s $150,000 in there" conveys the mute. Lou is getting antsy now as he doesn’t understand sign language. “Well? Where in blazes is my money!” he demands. The professor – realizing he has the upper hand – replies, “The mute says he’ll never tell you. You’d have to shoot him first!”
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