So this guy has an epileptic seizure right behind me at the casino the other night. An older guy. His wife (I assume) was sitting there, casually, like this happens all the time. And maybe it does, because after the paramedics took him away, she keeps playing her slot machine. I mean, it’s not like he needed the car or anything, right? And maybe her machine was just about to hit the big one.
But anyway, that’s not why I called you here. I wanted to show you this five-dollar bill I recently got:
Whoa, slow down there, Abe. At least buy me dinner first.
Pretty cheeky for a dead guy. Who might also have been gay.














