All these gambling threads got me reminiscing about some of the fonder times I've had playing at casinos since I turned 18. Anybody got an good casino stories? Funny stories, stories about winning, stories about losing, all stories are welcome here. One of my favorite stories from the casino comes from last year. Me and 5 buddies decided to take a weekend trip up to a casino/entertainment city. Everything was booked, but we managed to find a hotel that we shall not name, but I'll give you a hint, it rhymes with Comfort Inn. So we get 2 rooms, and we get up there. I walk in to check in while my buddy parks the car. These people only kept one room for us, and only 4 people are allowed to stay in it. At this point, I'm already pissed. I tell them that it's fine because two of us couldn't come, and I figure we'll make the best of it. We walk into the room, and it smells like ass. All the sheets feel wet even though they aren't, and to top it all off, what looks like shit is streamed down the back side of the toilet. Whatever, deal with that. Long story short, on the last night we're there, we're all at the casino OBLITERATED drunk, and playing blackjack at the same table. My one friend, who tends to be a bit of an asshole when drunk, decided that since it's our last night there, and he hasn't blown enough money already, decides to play the max per hand on 2 hands at the same time. I don't remember how much it was, but it was a substantial amount. Anyways, the dealer shows blackjack and my friend flips. If you ever wondered what NOT to yell repeatedly at a dealer while the pit boss is there, you wouldn't be wrong if your guess was "You're cheating". BAM out he goes escorted to the door by casino security. Now, his extreme drunkenness, combined with his anger due to blowing a shit ton of cash and getting kicked out of a casino are being tossed onto a weekends worth of anger that's ben built up due to drawing the short straw and having to sleep on a cheap air mattress all weekend due to drawing the short straw in our room situation. He decides he's going back to our room to "baptize" the hotel before we leave it. At 1 in the morning, as he told us once he sobered up, (We stayed out after he went back), he unleashed a fiery doom upon our room. As soon as he walked into the room, he threw up all over the toilet which was closed. Then, he had to go to the bathroom, and obviously he couldn't use the toilet, so he sprayed drunken piss all over the walls of the bathroom, his pants, and the bathtub, which he then proceeded to pass out in NAKED in a puddle of his own urine. This is the part I can confirm 100% as I saw it when I walked in for the night. At that point, I made an executive decision to get the fuck out of there, right then and there, and we packed up all our shit, and slept in the car. I still can't believe they didn't put an extra charge on our room for the destruction he did to it. But fuck em anyways for fucking us on the room situation. That was a great weekend.