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The blonde in the casino, wore her coat down to her knees.
She walked up to the table and she said, “Excuse me, please.
I want to shoot some craps here and I want to bet the max.”
And placed her money on the line that said that she would pass.
She took the dice and shook them, said that baby needed shoes.
And told the guys awaiting her, “I can’t afford to lose.”
She dropped the coat upon the floor; the men were all bewitched.
Beneath the coat, the sexy blonde was wearing not a stitch.
The men all stared; how could the guys have known what to expect
Her tits were luscious, large and firm; her nipples were erect.
Her pubic hair was blonde, just like the hair upon her head.
Her ass was round; the men all thought “I’d fuck her in my bed.”
She threw the dice and squealed, “Goody, goody, I have won.”
She grabbed her coat, the money too, and left there on the run.
All eyes were on her as she left ‘til she was through the door.
The croupier noticed afterwards that she had thrown a four.
Well, if you need a moral, Buddy, ev’ry now and then,
You see a blonde who isn’t dumb but men are always men.
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