Thursday, July 31, 2008

Fat A$$hole Angry That People Don't Like His Body Odor

So this 450 pound bastard is asked to leave a casino because he fucking stinks. Sounds reasonable right? Nope! The guy even admits he's a disgusting and smelly and fat waste of space (sort of) and demands an apology from the Casino. He makes a stink about it, if you will. And God I hope you won't.


The 440-pound New York City man said he was playing poker in an Atlantic City casino for 17 hours Tuesday and didn't have time to clean up. He understands why grossed-out gamblers complained about his body odor, but said he didn't deserve stinky treatment from the casino that asked him to leave.

First off, if you weigh a quarter ton, you should understand why people would be grossed out by you, even if you smell like a goddamn rose blossom. If you are morbidly obese and you smell like death and garbage in a public place, you should just be thankful no one had you killed. Seriously though, 17 hours at a casino? What did his wife have to say about this? Hahahahaha, get it? There's no way anyone loves him! Also, he was sitting at a table for 17 hours. Did he not put deodorant on? I sit at a desk for over 8 hours each day. If I doubled that time, I do not think I would smell horrible. Is it because of old food lost in various folds that he should start to smell like rot so quickly? I don't get it.

Dave Coskey, a spokesman for the Borgata Hotel Casino & Spa, said it is company policy not to comment on matters involving customers.

What sort of comment are you looking for? "He stunk, people complained, we asked him to leave." Seems fair.

When the Brooklyn man tried to retake his seat at the table, he said a manager told him to leave. He said he asked for a free room to freshen up, and the casino refused.

I would be willing to bet a lot of money that never happened. "Couldn't I wash myself so I don't stink?" "Nope! We don't want to keep taking your money!"

He promptly filed a complaint about his treatment with the Casino Control Commission. His complaint will be reviewed to determine whether any state gambling laws or regulations were violated, a commission spokesman said Wednesday.

I know the guy's from Brooklyn, and probably says shit like "fuggedaboutit", but I keep picturing him as Ignatious J. Reilly while he complains. Also, what gambling laws could have been violated by asking someone to leave? Especially when everyone else there was complaining that the guy fucking stunk.

Wax said his instincts tell him to find a different casino to patronize, but he likes gambling at the Borgata. He said the casino was out of line to tell him he stinks in front of other patrons.

Yea, because those other patrons had no idea. It's not like they had been complaining about his stench or anything. It's embarrassing being told you stink in front of others. Almost as embarrassing as continuing to remain in a public place while close to other people while you smell like cheese and hot garbage. It's pretty clear the guy has no shame. He's four hundred and forty fucking pounds and smells like sex panther. Yup, an Anchorman joke. Anyway, What does he want from all this? Why's he being such a fat bitch about it?

"I would like an apology," Wax said.

He then added "...and some bear claws"

Turns out he got his wish. The casino issued the following formal apology:

"We here at Borgata are profusely sorry that you're such a smelly fat-ass"

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