BroJo gets kicked out of the casino

It's so funny how Joe thinks he's like a biker James Bond, carrying himself with tremendous gravitas, and always commanding respect from everyone in his path. Like when he tried to rent a motorcycle in France, or how he thought he'd just stroll into the casino like a VIP guest. The contrast between what he sees in his head and reality is just so amusing to me.
 

TorpidSloth

It's so funny how Joe thinks he's like a biker James Bond, carrying himself with tremendous gravitas, and always commanding respect from everyone in his path. Like when he tried to rent a motorcycle in France, or how he thought he'd just stroll into the casino like a VIP guest. The contrast between what he sees in his head and reality is just so amusing to me.
You don’t think he's self-aware? :image_4848:
 

Jims_Maroon_Pants

crumbly feta enjoyer
The old queen thought he’d play a gig at night or in the afternoon and spend the rest of the trip “winning” at the blackjack table, only to wind up being humiliated by cruise staff with the “Mr. Cumia, it’s explicit in your contract that you’re to refrain from any and all guest interaction, especially the use of the casino.”

Joseph: “Sososososososososososo”
This Mamluk thought he could use what guests pay thousands for, for free. This ain't the Joseph lane, pal
 

Torque’sHeadBump

(Voluntarily) torqued boomer
I will bet that if someone bothered to read his screed to Denny they’d find several references to “talent” or his specialness among the hoarde of minimum wage employees.
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Antsballwasher

asshole
The old queen thought he’d play a gig at night or in the afternoon and spend the rest of the trip “winning” at the blackjack table,

Joe finishes his happy hour gig at 7pm, hobbles over to the staff mess hall to eat some coagulated meatloaf or shitty stroganoff..
"just like the army", he copes in his 122 iq mind.
brojoe is not sober, mind you, having had a couple drinks before playing to looshen up, and another shot while returning the guitar to his cabin.
"I'm basically on vacation" he says, as he takes a hefty chug of jameson.
No casino. No rock climbing wall. No lounging by the pool with his feet up, taking selfies.
Joe heads back to his room after dinner, alone, thousands of miles away from the squirter.
He tries to strike up a conversation with a server in the elevator.
The server responds in filipino.
Joe takes a shower and slides into bed, scrolling facebook and patriots.win, his belly full of carbs. The whisky is making him sleepy.
He mumbles "Fuck it", and xvideos.com is typed in the search bar. It is 9 P.M.
 
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"You were already on thin ice with the sleeveless shirts Joe. This is your first warning and there will not be a second."
"THAT'S what you're wearing? Sigh. See if you can maybe borrow a real shirt from someone, Joe. What is this "Sons Of Anarchy" anyway? Is it some sort of rock group, or a gang?"

"No, it was a fantastic TV show about a motorcycle club full of motorcycle badasses. They were so cool! One time, the leader, Jax, was trying to take over the club, and..."

"Enough Joe. Turn it inside out or something. You're a grown man, for God's sake."
 

Easily_Remembered

It's not REALLY Ray Wilson
So Joe's master plan is to take the sea hag with him for half of the year and just leave Layler home alone for all that time? It's never gonna happen, but it's hilarious how negligent he always comes across.
I'm sure that Uncle Ant would be more than happy to watch her for them.

Funny how both Cumia boys are unable to enter casinos - Joe, because of his McJob, and Nana because she can't afford it anymore.
 
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