Anthony Cumia used to brag about the Borgata flying him out and treating him well

54  2019-05-07 by snargfursk

Clueless cunt.

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Now he has to ride in on Keith’s Sea-Doo in and play at the regular tables while everyone mistakes him for the help.

I wonder if he ever tries to catch the attention of the guy who used to comp him all the free shit while he’s busy comping free shit for all the current big shots?

"Excuse me, sir? - There's a man sitting at one of the tables who I think might be one of the tin knockers that's supposed to be working on the AC duct. Yeah, that one with the fucked up face who looks Iranian."

They flew him out so he could piss money away playing blackjack, fucking asshole.

guys who brag about that shit are so oblivious. they do it cause you're a loser and they are milking you for everything you are worth you retard

I used to be a dealer and players would brag about how much they drop in the casino all the time, as if I am supposed to be impressed that you are playing roulette at 5 O'Clock in the morning.

Don’t they have medicine they’re supposed to take, these assholes?

I don't know if it was supposed to be funny (guess not) but that was one of the top 3 funniest scenes in that show for me.

That, and when Tony got Janice all riled up after he saw how pleasant she was being

Where do you think harpo is eating his dinner Janice? Sacre bleu, where is me mum?... Tony couldnt help himself

Under the boardwalk, with a schlong in Ant's mouth

The best part is when she goes after him, and Tony says "I'm the boys uncle, I have a right to know!"

Hooooooooo

He had no idea he was a human garbage ATM to them. Dumb retard.

It was the perfect system.

They were treating him like royalty and he would brag about his nights at the Borgata when he won thousands of dollars. "Free" publicity to the target demographic.

They also knew, loud mouth Tony would keep his mouth shut when he would lose tens of thousands of dollars on a single night, because he's a degenerate sissy too proud of himself and incapable of thinking long term.

Used to. I bet he never brags about his last five-star Borgata weekend, the one where Borgata realized they'd bled him dry and cut off the concierge-level service and guided Mr. Cumia and company out of the high rollers lounge and toward the quarter slots section. They don't "like" you any more than hookers do.