[plaster8]

Not really gambling-related, but here goes.

A friend and I went to Vegas for the first time not long after we turned 21. We got to the hotel around midnight and figured we'd go check out the casino for an hour and then crash.

Almost nine hours and a power outage later (it was a massive thunderstorm in 1994 if anyone who lives there remembers), we staggered back up to the room. I was broke, having lost everything I brought for the trip.

My buddy, who also lost a ton of cash, decided that to cheer himself up he'd get the "12 hours of porn" for $29.95. I fell asleep almost immediately, only to be woken up by his shouting about 10 minutes later. The "12 hours of porn" was from 9 p.m.-9 a.m. He ordered it at 8:45 a.m., and it shut down 15 minutes later. He just kept shouting, "WHAT THE HELL?!?!? WHAT THE HELL??!?!?"