Or he’s just an oblivious drunk moron.
Ah, there’s no gambler more classy than the one impatient to get to Atlantic City. This chap right here is prime evidence for part of my theory on why Il Douche’s casino resort there went bankrupt.
My guess (one I never want to know the truth of) is that Mr. Double Down here is all diapered up under those sweatpants and ready to hit the slots.
