Funny/crazy Casino Stories

[KJ_Aces_Kings 0]

My 1st time I went to Canterbury Park casino, I saw a husband/wife argue over a tip to a dealer....... Really loudly too....

[jack24bauer24 0]

My 1st time I went to Canterbury Park casino, I saw a husband/wife argue over a tip to a dealer....... Really loudly too....

Great story.

[kkcountry 0]

Some big guy let one rip at the poker table and everyone jumped up and ran away from the table. The dealer was stuck there and was literaly trying not to throw up. Then security called the front desk and asked what was going on. I was on another table at the time, so no it wasn't me.

there's a dealer at casino windsor that has IBS. since he can't get up, it can be less than plesant.

[alexruimy 0]

there's a dealer at casino windsor that has IBS. since he can't get up, it can be less than plesant.

I heard a similar story about a dealer at Turning Stone who shat her pants (gross) while at a table, then quit because she was embarassed. I would probably have done the same (the quitting, I mean).

[stevedar 0]

the funniest casino story available every visit...everyone thinks they will beat the house at bj

[gibler321 1]

Ok so here's my story. I'm 18 years old, earlier this year I went to the Casino Windsor in Windsor Canada with some friends. I have a pretty solid fake id and it works everywhere. So I got to the casino, my id was checked and they let me in. I put my name down for some 4-8 limit and then went downstairs to play some video poker while I waited. Evidently, another of my friends who looks like he is 14 tried to get in on a similar fake id. When the ID was more closely examined my friend took of running. This obviously alerted the casino security who located me with the security cameras. I was grabbed on the floor of the casino by two large burly men who took me underground in a tunnel across the street to the Windsor police station. I was kept in a cell with 4 or 5 other guys who had been arrested for public intox. All in all, being in a cell with those guys was pretty damn entertaining. After a few hours I was booked for a few crimes, formally trespassed and forever barred from the Casino Windsor, and released. As I left I was actually given the money they had cashed out of the video poker machine, in an envelope. I promptly left Canada and have yet to pay my fines or make my court appearances.

you better pay the fine i gave you 50 bucks

[rsmbox 1]

as a dealer, i have a few...here's some of my favorites that i posted on another board:Story #1

i'm on a $15 min blackjack table last night/this morning, and i'm just *** ****ing everyone who sits down...this guy pete sits down with $100 sayng he needs to try to win back the 1k he just dropped in the poker room (77 flopped a set lost to 46 drawing to a gutshot that hit on the turn)...anyways, he picked the wrong ****ing table...by 2:00am he was stuck in for 10k...as i was going to break, he was down to a little under 1k, betting $100-$500 per hand...when i got back from break (20 min) he was up to $2500...i stepped in and proceeded to **** him up again...he'd win 1 or 2, lose 5 or 6, and so on...he got down to his last $1000, puts it all in, and tells me this is it, he's out the door (finally) if he loses...i swear to god, the cards know when people plan on leaving...almost every time someone threatens to leave my table, i deal black jack...this was no exception...$1500 payout, and pete's back in business...so he's playing $100-$200 per hand a while, getting f'ed in the a' again, puts out a grand, i give him blackjack...this goes on for a while, ends up five straight times he pushes out a grand in frustration, i bust out a blackjack for him...eventually i convinced him to go try out our high limit room, because i really couldn't stand taking this guy's money all night, so once he got up to $7500, he decided to play one $500 hand, if it won, he'd stay, if it lost, he was headed to high limit...good luck on that 16 pete! needless to say, pete went into the high limit room...about an hour or so later, i'm dealing more ****ing blackjack, *** ramming another table without the courtesy of a reach around, when i hear someone say my name...i look over and there's pete with a big *** stack of purple ($500 chips)...he had built his 7k into just about 15k, and came to show me how he did...he ended up putting aside the 10k he was stuck in for, and played the other 4k...last i heard (around 4:00am when i left) he had turned that 4k into around 8k...

Stroy #2

tonight i was dealing texas hold 'em bonus...if you've never heard of this game, don't worry, it sucks...it's hold 'em, kinda, where all you have to do is beat the dealer...there's an ante ($5 min.), you get your cards, and if you want to see the flop, you have to double your ante bet on the circle marked "flop"...after the flop you can either check, or bet even to your ante on the "turn" circle...after the turn you have the same two options for the river...once the river card is dealt, that's all...now all you have to do is beat the dealer...so basically you are playing against a random hand every single hand...oh, and everyting pays even money, and you only get paid on the ante if you win with a straight or better...there's also an optional bonus circle ($1 min.) that pays for any pocket pair, or Ace & face (top payout is 30:1 for AA)...the game sucks, i don't like to deal it, but i was stuck on it all night long...however, there was a guy from Rhode Island sitting in last position who just so happened to not have any hands...like actual hands, with fingers and everything...instead, he had two prosthetic limb thingy's with claws/clamps/hooks on the ends...he couldn't pick up the cards with them, so i had to lean them up against the discard rack so he could see what he had...but some of the things he could do was pretty sweet...he was picking up the right number of chips every time (he was doing $10 on the ante, so $20 on the "flop"), which i figured i was going to have to do for him, but he had it down...the coolest thing was when he was smoking a cigarette...he held the pack in one claw, pulled the cig out of the pack with his mouth, and lit it with a match...yes, a match...man it was cool watching him strike a match with the claw things against the back of the match book...he was tipping really well too...every time i paid his ante (straight or better), he'd toss me $10...he hit a lot of straights, flushes, etc. too...for the night i think he was in for around $300, had tipped me well over $200 (probably close to $300), and left with $80...he had $90, but tossed me another $10 on his way out...really a cool guy, was there for my entire shift, and only left because i was going home...

Story #3...proabably the best one...

around 3:00am, i had a very ditzy blonde sit down to play...nice titties, no bra, tiny shirt...EXACTLY the type of player we love dealing to...she isn't the best/brightest blackjack player, but she's winning, so she's staying...i dealt her a 13 (i'm showing a 6) and she wants to hit...she tells me if i give her an 8, she'll make it worth it to me...so of course i let her hit it, and bam, there's the 8...after woo-hooing and cheering, she pulls her shirt down and shows me her boobies..."i told you it would be worth it" she says...she was right

[jjgoldy5 0]

Bump - Hoping to read some more good ones

[jjgoldy5 0]

Bump - Hoping to read some more good ones

Still bored

[CBass1724 1]

I was killing time before a tournament at the Taj playing 3-6 limit. This one guy at the table was being so drunk and beligerant that he was getting on everyone's last nerves. Well this one hand occurred between him and another guy at the table who hadn't spoken a word all day. They capped every street going back and forth. The river put out the 4th spade and the drunk guy bet out showing his King of spades on purpose. Well the other guy raised him back so the drunk guy said "I guess you wouldn't raise if you didn't have me beat...I fold." Well the quiet guy shows his hand with no spade in it. The drunk guy went off dropping F-bombs like it was his job and ended up going after the quiet guy trying to beat him up. Next thing you know, security shows up trying to escort the drunk out of there. About 30 mins later, he showed back up trying to go after the quiet guy again and was arrested right then and there. It was a little uncomfortable yet it was so hilarious.

[JPajamas 0]

Soon after the Fallsview poker room opened, a call came in from a home game asking for clarification. The answer, which is my tag line,:" No, 3-2-A-K-Q is not a straight."

[thehidden 0]

Soon after the Fallsview poker room opened, a call came in from a home game asking for clarification. The answer, which is my tag line,:" No, 3-2-A-K-Q is not a straight."

hahaha i am going to call a cardroom and ask for a rulling next time haha

[lizardking03 0]

I go to Vegas with a group of friends for March Madness every year. Always great stories, many involving body fluids.A friend was so drunk at the NYNY, he mistook a group of pay phones for urinals and pissed all over the phonebooth.A different friend was so drunk at the Venetian he forgot to unzip his pants at a urinal and pissed all over himself.I was so drunk, I threw up while riding the roller coaster at NYNY.

[jjgoldy5 0]

Ya'll were piss drunk....Badump

[Mos Def 0]

First time I went to Canterbury last spring, I was playing 4/8 LHE with my friend Sam. Sam took down a pretty big hand from this guy wearing all Wisconsin gear with a bluff he set up nicely...which he proceeded to show Badger. Badger had been doing poorly, so this really set him off. Anyway, on the next hand Badger gets K-J. Three to the flop, which is J-A-A. Badger bets, MP folds, button raises...three-bet...cap. Turn, of course, is another A. Bet, raise, three-bet, cap. River is a blank...Badger bets his last $8. Other dude calls, flips over A-K. Badger gets up, screams, and starts dancing. He flips over his K-J and continues his dancing, thinking he hit the bad beat jackpot of over $40K. I look across the table at Sam, and we both snicker....since Badger didn't use both of his hole cards. The table starts to laugh, and the dealer explains to Badger that he didn't win anything. Dude turns maroon, flips over his chair, and tears up his cards.

[JaNnN 0]

A few days ago I was playing some Caribien Stud.Sitting in the last box leaning against a wall I was playing without to much passion. I was down a few hundred euros and wasn't having a fun time since the table was quite. My last 150 euro on the table came and was gone with my 2 aces to the dealers trips.that was - 350 in under an hour.I still had 300 in my wallet so i thought double-or-nothing since I was very tired and wanted to go home.I put 100 in the ante-box and got my 5 cards, the dealer was a nice guy and wished me luck.My hand was: 2-7-Q-7-3I double my ante by putting my last 200 in, witch is quite some money for me for playing 1 bet. So I had 300 lying on the table with a pair of sevens. Not the most ideal position to be in. The dealer flipped his cards open and the first thing I saw was a pair of kings. Damn, bye bye 650 euro.The dealer busted everyone still in the hand and than came to my cards. I said: ''Never mind flipping my cards open I have nothing, just put them in the muck.'' The dealer looked puzzled and took the cards to see what i was holding. He took the cards and put them about an inch from his face, and spread them open. His eyes went wide with astonishment and showed the table what I was folding. Because I was in the last box I couldn't see what he was showing everbody else, but i was starting to get a bit nervous. An eruption of laughter arose and now I was sweating a bit.The dealer says to me : ''I expect a good tip from you sir...'', and he tables my hand: 2-7-Q-7-2, I totally misread my hand and was about to trow my last € 150 away.Because of the 2 pair he matched my ante-bet and put 2 times my completion-bet next to my 200.So I went from 300 to 800 in a hand I wanted to trow away. I tossed him 30 euro for the house and got my chips to leave with the table still laughing in the background, I couldn't help but to grin from ear to ear.Jan

[Muck, You Suckers! 0]

As usual, you are all full of crap. Lies and lame @$$ stories. Lots of things happen in casinos that could happen at a Bingo Hall, and lots of rumors and third party stories start there also. The best happenings aren't with grandma and Uncle Chester at the casino. A weekend in a backroom card game will equal 2 years in a casino.

[aucu 3]

A bud of mine was walking out of the casino with his date, stops by the roulet wheel he asks her how old she was, and puts one bet the max $25 straight up on that number and it hits and much cheering was had. They gave him his winnings, and he forgot about the original bet, he had his back turned and the next spin hit the same number again

[jjgoldy5 0]

zzzzz

[starfit 0]

Sam took down a pretty big hand from this guy wearing all Wisconsin gear with a bluff he set up nicely...which he proceeded to show Badger. Badger had been doing poorly, so this really set him off.

Thats fantastic! Not because the guy didn't hit his bb jackpot, but because a Badger lost a pot! OMG I can't stand a cocky Badger student/fan. Being a basketball rival there is never any love lost when we play eachother. Go Marquette! and Go Sam!

[speedz99 145]

I'm not sure I saw this thread last month, but I just noticed I got some nice e-validation on the first page. Therefore, here is a repost of my story at the tail end of a break-even session at $3-$6 LHE...I took my $1 of profit to the cashier's cage, and as I got there the table right next to where I was standing hit the bad beat jackpot for $17k. The table was full of all guys between the ages of 21 and 50 (eight white guys and one black guy). Here is what transpired... 1. A few of them standup after the turn, realizing that the jackpot might be coming. 2. The cards are shown, and the jackpot has been hit. 3. Seat 5 screams, "YYYYYYYYYYES!!"...and his voice cracks in the middle, so the "ES" sounds like it is coming from a 12 year old girl. 4. Seat 3 and Seat 7 were the ones in the hand, and they try to high-five...but their arms are too short to reach. Seat 3 falls on Seat 4, who tries to lean back to get Seat 3's armpit out of his face. 5. Seat 6 decided to be a gentleman and complete the high five with Seat 3...who is still partially suffocating Seat 4. 6. Seats 3, 6, and 7 finally reach each other for the triple high-five, a seldom seen move...and they all whiff. I kid you not, I could feel the breeze fifteen feet away. 7. Seat 9 (about 50yrs old) finally realizes what is going on and decides to yell out, "YYYYYYAAAARRRRRR"...I didn't realize we had pirates in Arizona. 8. Seat 2 high-fives Seat 3, 4, and 5...then turns to give Seat 1 a fist-pound...you guessed it, Seat 1 was the black guy. Apparently Seat 2 does not think high-fiving is cool enough for a black dude. I'm pretty sure I saw Seat 1 sigh before giving in to the well-intentioned soul pound. 9. Believe it or not, this is when it gets even more awkward. The next thirty seconds consists of them all standing around the table, making random celebratory sounds at uncomfortably long intervals. The occasional missed high-five is in the mix also. 10. It all comes to a chilling conclusion when the floor is getting everyone's name for payment. Seat 3 catches Seat 7's eye, and they walk towards each other. 3's hand goes out for the shake...7 goes in for the hug...3 moves the hand out of the way so they can hug...7 pulls back from the hug to catch 3's hand which has already been moved...3 shoots his hand back down...their fingertips are painfully close when the hug is initiated...but they are so worries about their hands that they haven't leaned to opposite sides for the hug, so now they are doing the Icky Shuffle, trying to figure out whose head goes where in this hug/handshake mess... At this point I turned away in disgust to collect my $121...and gave away my one dollar in profit to the cashier as a tip. I figure if she has to watch scenes like that every day, she deserves it more than I do.

[foster-benssen 0]

I'm not sure I saw this thread last month, but I just noticed I got some nice e-validation on the first page. Therefore, here is a repost of my story at the tail end of a break-even session at $3-$6 LHE...I took my $1 of profit to the cashier's cage, and as I got there the table right next to where I was standing hit the bad beat jackpot for $17k. The table was full of all guys between the ages of 21 and 50 (eight white guys and one black guy). Here is what transpired... 1. A few of them standup after the turn, realizing that the jackpot might be coming. 2. The cards are shown, and the jackpot has been hit. 3. Seat 5 screams, "YYYYYYYYYYES!!"...and his voice cracks in the middle, so the "ES" sounds like it is coming from a 12 year old girl. 4. Seat 3 and Seat 7 were the ones in the hand, and they try to high-five...but their arms are too short to reach. Seat 3 falls on Seat 4, who tries to lean back to get Seat 3's armpit out of his face. 5. Seat 6 decided to be a gentleman and complete the high five with Seat 3...who is still partially suffocating Seat 4. 6. Seats 3, 6, and 7 finally reach each other for the triple high-five, a seldom seen move...and they all whiff. I kid you not, I could feel the breeze fifteen feet away. 7. Seat 9 (about 50yrs old) finally realizes what is going on and decides to yell out, "YYYYYYAAAARRRRRR"...I didn't realize we had pirates in Arizona. 8. Seat 2 high-fives Seat 3, 4, and 5...then turns to give Seat 1 a fist-pound...you guessed it, Seat 1 was the black guy. Apparently Seat 2 does not think high-fiving is cool enough for a black dude. I'm pretty sure I saw Seat 1 sigh before giving in to the well-intentioned soul pound. 9. Believe it or not, this is when it gets even more awkward. The next thirty seconds consists of them all standing around the table, making random celebratory sounds at uncomfortably long intervals. The occasional missed high-five is in the mix also. 10. It all comes to a chilling conclusion when the floor is getting everyone's name for payment. Seat 3 catches Seat 7's eye, and they walk towards each other. 3's hand goes out for the shake...7 goes in for the hug...3 moves the hand out of the way so they can hug...7 pulls back from the hug to catch 3's hand which has already been moved...3 shoots his hand back down...their fingertips are painfully close when the hug is initiated...but they are so worries about their hands that they haven't leaned to opposite sides for the hug, so now they are doing the Icky Shuffle, trying to figure out whose head goes where in this hug/handshake mess... At this point I turned away in disgust to collect my $121...and gave away my one dollar in profit to the cashier as a tip. I figure if she has to watch scenes like that every day, she deserves it more than I do.

youre story sux

[fckthis 0]

Saw a dude leave 8$ on the roulette table once, only to turn into 400. Too bad he left, and never claimed his winnings.

[speedz99 145]

youre

You couldn't have fucked this up more if you tried.

sux

You write like a 13 year old girl using AIM...that's embarrassing.But thank you for the critique.

[RayPowers 0]

You couldn't have fucked this up more if you tried.You write like a 13 year old girl using AIM...that's embarrassing.But thank you for the critique.

Speedz, you left AZ by now?Ray