Cultcow Russell Greer / Mr. Green / @ just_some_dude_named_russell29 / A Safer Nevada PAC - Swift-Obsessed Sex Pest, Convicted of E-Stalking, "Eggshell Skull Plaintiff" Pro Se Litigant, Homeless, aspiring brothel owner

[StinkySnack]

[Exterior: Gold & Silver pawn shop, Las Vegas. Interior shots of customers waddling around between the display cases.]

Rick: “So what have you got for me?”

[A trembling Russell Greer deposits his shop-soiled brothel token onto the counter, like it's one of the gold coins from John Wick.]

Rick: “Okay, if I am not mistaken, this is a coin from Dennis Hof's Love Ranch, which was a brothel in Nevada. Some people farm alpacas. Other people farm women. Different strokes for different folks, I guess. Every so often Dennis would have a batch of these coins made up. Whenever a homeless person was harassing him for change, he would hand a few out, just to get them to leave him alone. Then he would go back to his ranch and fuck his whores. Seriously, he would dose up on Viagra and rail four or five of them for hours. It must be have been an amazing spectacle to have witnessed...”

[Cut from Rick's faraway gaze to an earlier subtitled interview with Russell.]

Russell: “Today I'm here to sell my super-rare brothel coin from the Nevada Love Ranch that the owner, Dennis Hof, only gave to celebrities and VIPs. I'm selling it because I need money to fund my political action committee. My aim is to become a beacon for the sex industry by making prostitution legal within a one-mile radius of wherever I am standing. I also want to make it illegal for women to turn me down for sex, or to charge more than the minimum hourly wage for their services Because of the rarity of the coin, I won't accept anything less than one-million dollars for it.”

[Snap back to the present moment]

Rick: “How much do you want for it?”

Russell: [subtitled, but Rick can understand him in the same way that Han Solo can understand Chewbacca] “One... Ten-thousand dollars.”

Rick: “The problem I have, Russell, is that I don't know enough about these tokens to put a value on it. With your permission I would like to get my coin guy down here to tell me a bit more about its history and give me an appraisal.

Russell: (excited noises of affirmation.)

[A pawn shop employee places a 'Danger Slippery Floor' sign next to the puddle of drool that has gathered around Russell's feet.]

[MONTAGE: More footage of customers wandering around the pawn shop. Some douchebag carrying an antique, three-legged milking stool above his head. A couple paddle a canoe, that once belonged to Lewis and Clark, across a tepid pond of Russell's saliva. A short bullshit scene where Chumlee fails to acquire a quantity of methamphetamine that once belonged to Howard Hughes. Rick's 'coin guy' arrives at the counter.]

Rick: “I called you down here because I've got this brothel token from the Love Ranch in Nevada that I need to put a value on. The first thing I need to know is: Is it genuine?”

Coin Guy: “Well I can tell you right off the bat this is an authentic coin from The Love Ranch. To the best of my knowledge nobody ever bothered to counterfeit these things.”

Rick: “So, can you tell me a little more about its history?”

Coin Guy: “Sure. The Love Ranch was built over an old silver mine in Nevada. The owner of the mine, Dennis Hof, was having problems with Mormons, who were drawn to the silver. To scare them away he spread a rumour that the mine was home to a colony of whores; prostitutes being the natural enemy of Mormons. In fact, most of the girls were just janitors wearing masks and titty suits. Dennis paid them in company script which is what this coin is.”

Rick: “So this is like a Disney Dollar?”

Coin Guy: “That's right. It's exactly like a Disney Dollar. Now if we look at the obverse side here we can see a likeness of Dennis Hof in profile, along with his motto in Latin – 'Acquire silver and hoes'. On the reverse side we have this engraving...”

Rick: “Now my first thought when I saw that was: That's a vagina.”

Coin Guy: (Studies the token through a magnifier) “I would say that is an engraving of a vagina. Down here we have another Latin inscription that reads: 'Good for two free entrées at Olive Garden'.”

Rick: “So its worth something.”

Coin Guy: “Underneath that you have this smaller Latin inscription that translates to: 'Offer available between 3 and 4 pm on Wednesdays, at bus station and airport restaurants only.' And then down here someone has scratched the words: 'Please go on a date with me, Taylor – Russell'.”

Rick: “That's going to affect the value. What would you say it's worth?”

Coin Guy: “I guess whatever a pair of entrées at Olive Garden runs to.”

Rick: “Okay, thank you for coming down. The thing is, Russell, if I buy this token from you, then I need to find room for it in one of my coin display cases. That's space that could be occupied by another coin, or a badge, or even a loose shirt button that I want to keep track of until Chumlee can sew it back on for me. The other issue is that, this morning, a guy across the street was handing out coupons for Olive Garden with a far better offer than the one on your coin, which wipes out its value. So I can't make you an offer. Thanks for bringing it in.”

Russell: (seething with impotent fury) “Fuck you.”

[Russell stalks towards the exit, through the waist-deep drool that now fills the entire shop. In the background Big Hoss can be heard offering forty bucks for the original Noah's ark.]

[Post valuation interview in the parking lot, with a security guard hovering out of focus in the background]

Russell: “I was disappointed that Rick wasn't able to make me an offer for my brothel token and that he lied about its value. I have given his shop a one-star review online. Please support my PAC to legalise prostration and remember to vote for me on America's Got Talent.”

“Winner” doesn’t even begin to describe this masterpiece.

 

[DrJonesHat]

[Exterior: Gold & Silver pawn shop, Las Vegas. Interior shots of customers waddling around between the display cases.]

Rick: “So what have you got for me?”

[A trembling Russell Greer deposits his shop-soiled brothel token onto the counter, like it's one of the gold coins from John Wick.]

Rick: “Okay, if I am not mistaken, this is a coin from Dennis Hof's Love Ranch, which was a brothel in Nevada. Some people farm alpacas. Other people farm women. Different strokes for different folks, I guess. Every so often Dennis would have a batch of these coins made up. Whenever a homeless person was harassing him for change, he would hand a few out, just to get them to leave him alone. Then he would go back to his ranch and fuck his whores. Seriously, he would dose up on Viagra and rail four or five of them for hours. It must be have been an amazing spectacle to have witnessed...”

[Cut from Rick's faraway gaze to an earlier subtitled interview with Russell.]

Russell: “Today I'm here to sell my super-rare brothel coin from the Nevada Love Ranch that the owner, Dennis Hof, only gave to celebrities and VIPs. I'm selling it because I need money to fund my political action committee. My aim is to become a beacon for the sex industry by making prostitution legal within a one-mile radius of wherever I am standing. I also want to make it illegal for women to turn me down for sex, or to charge more than the minimum hourly wage for their services Because of the rarity of the coin, I won't accept anything less than one-million dollars for it.”

[Snap back to the present moment]

Rick: “How much do you want for it?”

Russell: [subtitled, but Rick can understand him in the same way that Han Solo can understand Chewbacca] “One... Ten-thousand dollars.”

Rick: “The problem I have, Russell, is that I don't know enough about these tokens to put a value on it. With your permission I would like to get my coin guy down here to tell me a bit more about its history and give me an appraisal.

Russell: (excited noises of affirmation.)

[A pawn shop employee places a 'Danger Slippery Floor' sign next to the puddle of drool that has gathered around Russell's feet.]

[MONTAGE: More footage of customers wandering around the pawn shop. Some douchebag carrying an antique, three-legged milking stool above his head. A couple paddle a canoe, that once belonged to Lewis and Clark, across a tepid pond of Russell's saliva. A short bullshit scene where Chumlee fails to acquire a quantity of methamphetamine that once belonged to Howard Hughes. Rick's 'coin guy' arrives at the counter.]

Rick: “I called you down here because I've got this brothel token from the Love Ranch in Nevada that I need to put a value on. The first thing I need to know is: Is it genuine?”

Coin Guy: “Well I can tell you right off the bat this is an authentic coin from The Love Ranch. To the best of my knowledge nobody ever bothered to counterfeit these things.”

Rick: “So, can you tell me a little more about its history?”

Coin Guy: “Sure. The Love Ranch was built over an old silver mine in Nevada. The owner of the mine, Dennis Hof, was having problems with Mormons, who were drawn to the silver. To scare them away he spread a rumour that the mine was home to a colony of whores; prostitutes being the natural enemy of Mormons. In fact, most of the girls were just janitors wearing masks and titty suits. Dennis paid them in company script which is what this coin is.”

Rick: “So this is like a Disney Dollar?”

Coin Guy: “That's right. It's exactly like a Disney Dollar. Now if we look at the obverse side here we can see a likeness of Dennis Hof in profile, along with his motto in Latin – 'Acquire silver and hoes'. On the reverse side we have this engraving...”

Rick: “Now my first thought when I saw that was: That's a vagina.”

Coin Guy: (Studies the token through a magnifier) “I would say that is an engraving of a vagina. Down here we have another Latin inscription that reads: 'Good for two free entrées at Olive Garden'.”

Rick: “So its worth something.”

Coin Guy: “Underneath that you have this smaller Latin inscription that translates to: 'Offer available between 3 and 4 pm on Wednesdays, at bus station and airport restaurants only.' And then down here someone has scratched the words: 'Please go on a date with me, Taylor – Russell'.”

Rick: “That's going to affect the value. What would you say it's worth?”

Coin Guy: “I guess whatever a pair of entrées at Olive Garden runs to.”

Rick: “Okay, thank you for coming down. The thing is, Russell, if I buy this token from you, then I need to find room for it in one of my coin display cases. That's space that could be occupied by another coin, or a badge, or even a loose shirt button that I want to keep track of until Chumlee can sew it back on for me. The other issue is that, this morning, a guy across the street was handing out coupons for Olive Garden with a far better offer than the one on your coin, which wipes out its value. So I can't make you an offer. Thanks for bringing it in.”

Russell: (seething with impotent fury) “Fuck you.”

[Russell stalks towards the exit, through the waist-deep drool that now fills the entire shop. In the background Big Hoss can be heard offering forty bucks for the original Noah's ark.]

[Post valuation interview in the parking lot, with a security guard hovering out of focus in the background]

Russell: “I was disappointed that Rick wasn't able to make me an offer for my brothel token and that he lied about its value. I have given his shop a one-star review online. Please support my PAC to legalise prostration and remember to vote for me on America's Got Talent.”

You Sir/Madame, are a literary genius, and I will fight anyone who disagrees with this assessment.

 

[Constellationzero]

[Exterior: Gold & Silver pawn shop, Las Vegas. Interior shots of customers waddling around between the display cases.]

Rick: “So what have you got for me?”

[A trembling Russell Greer deposits his shop-soiled brothel token onto the counter, like it's one of the gold coins from John Wick.]

Rick: “Okay, if I am not mistaken, this is a coin from Dennis Hof's Love Ranch, which was a brothel in Nevada. Some people farm alpacas. Other people farm women. Different strokes for different folks, I guess. Every so often Dennis would have a batch of these coins made up. Whenever a homeless person was harassing him for change, he would hand a few out, just to get them to leave him alone. Then he would go back to his ranch and fuck his whores. Seriously, he would dose up on Viagra and rail four or five of them for hours. It must be have been an amazing spectacle to have witnessed...”

[Cut from Rick's faraway gaze to an earlier subtitled interview with Russell.]

Russell: “Today I'm here to sell my super-rare brothel coin from the Nevada Love Ranch that the owner, Dennis Hof, only gave to celebrities and VIPs. I'm selling it because I need money to fund my political action committee. My aim is to become a beacon for the sex industry by making prostitution legal within a one-mile radius of wherever I am standing. I also want to make it illegal for women to turn me down for sex, or to charge more than the minimum hourly wage for their services Because of the rarity of the coin, I won't accept anything less than one-million dollars for it.”

[Snap back to the present moment]

Rick: “How much do you want for it?”

Russell: [subtitled, but Rick can understand him in the same way that Han Solo can understand Chewbacca] “One... Ten-thousand dollars.”

Rick: “The problem I have, Russell, is that I don't know enough about these tokens to put a value on it. With your permission I would like to get my coin guy down here to tell me a bit more about its history and give me an appraisal.

Russell: (excited noises of affirmation.)

[A pawn shop employee places a 'Danger Slippery Floor' sign next to the puddle of drool that has gathered around Russell's feet.]

[MONTAGE: More footage of customers wandering around the pawn shop. Some douchebag carrying an antique, three-legged milking stool above his head. A couple paddle a canoe, that once belonged to Lewis and Clark, across a tepid pond of Russell's saliva. A short bullshit scene where Chumlee fails to acquire a quantity of methamphetamine that once belonged to Howard Hughes. Rick's 'coin guy' arrives at the counter.]

Rick: “I called you down here because I've got this brothel token from the Love Ranch in Nevada that I need to put a value on. The first thing I need to know is: Is it genuine?”

Coin Guy: “Well I can tell you right off the bat this is an authentic coin from The Love Ranch. To the best of my knowledge nobody ever bothered to counterfeit these things.”

Rick: “So, can you tell me a little more about its history?”

Coin Guy: “Sure. The Love Ranch was built over an old silver mine in Nevada. The owner of the mine, Dennis Hof, was having problems with Mormons, who were drawn to the silver. To scare them away he spread a rumour that the mine was home to a colony of whores; prostitutes being the natural enemy of Mormons. In fact, most of the girls were just janitors wearing masks and titty suits. Dennis paid them in company script which is what this coin is.”

Rick: “So this is like a Disney Dollar?”

Coin Guy: “That's right. It's exactly like a Disney Dollar. Now if we look at the obverse side here we can see a likeness of Dennis Hof in profile, along with his motto in Latin – 'Acquire silver and hoes'. On the reverse side we have this engraving...”

Rick: “Now my first thought when I saw that was: That's a vagina.”

Coin Guy: (Studies the token through a magnifier) “I would say that is an engraving of a vagina. Down here we have another Latin inscription that reads: 'Good for two free entrées at Olive Garden'.”

Rick: “So its worth something.”

Coin Guy: “Underneath that you have this smaller Latin inscription that translates to: 'Offer available between 3 and 4 pm on Wednesdays, at bus station and airport restaurants only.' And then down here someone has scratched the words: 'Please go on a date with me, Taylor – Russell'.”

Rick: “That's going to affect the value. What would you say it's worth?”

Coin Guy: “I guess whatever a pair of entrées at Olive Garden runs to.”

Rick: “Okay, thank you for coming down. The thing is, Russell, if I buy this token from you, then I need to find room for it in one of my coin display cases. That's space that could be occupied by another coin, or a badge, or even a loose shirt button that I want to keep track of until Chumlee can sew it back on for me. The other issue is that, this morning, a guy across the street was handing out coupons for Olive Garden with a far better offer than the one on your coin, which wipes out its value. So I can't make you an offer. Thanks for bringing it in.”

Russell: (seething with impotent fury) “Fuck you.”

[Russell stalks towards the exit, through the waist-deep drool that now fills the entire shop. In the background Big Hoss can be heard offering forty bucks for the original Noah's ark.]

[Post valuation interview in the parking lot, with a security guard hovering out of focus in the background]

Russell: “I was disappointed that Rick wasn't able to make me an offer for my brothel token and that he lied about its value. I have given his shop a one-star review online. Please support my PAC to legalise prostration and remember to vote for me on America's Got Talent.”

My. Fucking. Sides.

Pretty sure that episode with the woman who tried to sell her husband's "pristine" Playboy magazine collection could've gotten more money and more attention than his stupid K-Mart ride token. I mean 75% of zero is still zero.

 

[The Un-Clit]

[Exterior: Gold & Silver pawn shop, Las Vegas. Interior shots of customers waddling around between the display cases.]

Rick: “So what have you got for me?”

[A trembling Russell Greer deposits his shop-soiled brothel token onto the counter, like it's one of the gold coins from John Wick.]

Rick: “Okay, if I am not mistaken, this is a coin from Dennis Hof's Love Ranch, which was a brothel in Nevada. Some people farm alpacas. Other people farm women. Different strokes for different folks, I guess. Every so often Dennis would have a batch of these coins made up. Whenever a homeless person was harassing him for change, he would hand a few out, just to get them to leave him alone. Then he would go back to his ranch and fuck his whores. Seriously, he would dose up on Viagra and rail four or five of them for hours. It must be have been an amazing spectacle to have witnessed...”

[Cut from Rick's faraway gaze to an earlier subtitled interview with Russell.]

Russell: “Today I'm here to sell my super-rare brothel coin from the Nevada Love Ranch that the owner, Dennis Hof, only gave to celebrities and VIPs. I'm selling it because I need money to fund my political action committee. My aim is to become a beacon for the sex industry by making prostitution legal within a one-mile radius of wherever I am standing. I also want to make it illegal for women to turn me down for sex, or to charge more than the minimum hourly wage for their services Because of the rarity of the coin, I won't accept anything less than one-million dollars for it.”

[Snap back to the present moment]

Rick: “How much do you want for it?”

Russell: [subtitled, but Rick can understand him in the same way that Han Solo can understand Chewbacca] “One... Ten-thousand dollars.”

Rick: “The problem I have, Russell, is that I don't know enough about these tokens to put a value on it. With your permission I would like to get my coin guy down here to tell me a bit more about its history and give me an appraisal.

Russell: (excited noises of affirmation.)

[A pawn shop employee places a 'Danger Slippery Floor' sign next to the puddle of drool that has gathered around Russell's feet.]

[MONTAGE: More footage of customers wandering around the pawn shop. Some douchebag carrying an antique, three-legged milking stool above his head. A couple paddle a canoe, that once belonged to Lewis and Clark, across a tepid pond of Russell's saliva. A short bullshit scene where Chumlee fails to acquire a quantity of methamphetamine that once belonged to Howard Hughes. Rick's 'coin guy' arrives at the counter.]

Rick: “I called you down here because I've got this brothel token from the Love Ranch in Nevada that I need to put a value on. The first thing I need to know is: Is it genuine?”

Coin Guy: “Well I can tell you right off the bat this is an authentic coin from The Love Ranch. To the best of my knowledge nobody ever bothered to counterfeit these things.”

Rick: “So, can you tell me a little more about its history?”

Coin Guy: “Sure. The Love Ranch was built over an old silver mine in Nevada. The owner of the mine, Dennis Hof, was having problems with Mormons, who were drawn to the silver. To scare them away he spread a rumour that the mine was home to a colony of whores; prostitutes being the natural enemy of Mormons. In fact, most of the girls were just janitors wearing masks and titty suits. Dennis paid them in company script which is what this coin is.”

Rick: “So this is like a Disney Dollar?”

Coin Guy: “That's right. It's exactly like a Disney Dollar. Now if we look at the obverse side here we can see a likeness of Dennis Hof in profile, along with his motto in Latin – 'Acquire silver and hoes'. On the reverse side we have this engraving...”

Rick: “Now my first thought when I saw that was: That's a vagina.”

Coin Guy: (Studies the token through a magnifier) “I would say that is an engraving of a vagina. Down here we have another Latin inscription that reads: 'Good for two free entrées at Olive Garden'.”

Rick: “So its worth something.”

Coin Guy: “Underneath that you have this smaller Latin inscription that translates to: 'Offer available between 3 and 4 pm on Wednesdays, at bus station and airport restaurants only.' And then down here someone has scratched the words: 'Please go on a date with me, Taylor – Russell'.”

Rick: “That's going to affect the value. What would you say it's worth?”

Coin Guy: “I guess whatever a pair of entrées at Olive Garden runs to.”

Rick: “Okay, thank you for coming down. The thing is, Russell, if I buy this token from you, then I need to find room for it in one of my coin display cases. That's space that could be occupied by another coin, or a badge, or even a loose shirt button that I want to keep track of until Chumlee can sew it back on for me. The other issue is that, this morning, a guy across the street was handing out coupons for Olive Garden with a far better offer than the one on your coin, which wipes out its value. So I can't make you an offer. Thanks for bringing it in.”

Russell: (seething with impotent fury) “Fuck you.”

[Russell stalks towards the exit, through the waist-deep drool that now fills the entire shop. In the background Big Hoss can be heard offering forty bucks for the original Noah's ark.]

[Post valuation interview in the parking lot, with a security guard hovering out of focus in the background]

Russell: “I was disappointed that Rick wasn't able to make me an offer for my brothel token and that he lied about its value. I have given his shop a one-star review online. Please support my PAC to legalise prostration and remember to vote for me on America's Got Talent.”

That is what you call fuckin' GOLD, fam. Much .

Normally these Russell-themed songs or stories barely make me crack a smile, this one I snarked at least 3 times and full on belly-laughed at 'FUCK YOU!' after all that.
Excellence of execution.

 

[The Dude]

Do you find it a bit disturbing that we can think like Russ now? I do. Maybe we're gazing into the abyss too long?

I suppose if you want to understand a mad man you have to become one.

 

[Sexy Senior Citizen]

You're assuming he can think in the first place other than sex and how to get the next hooker to suck him his penis for $$$ instead of $$$$.

Of course he can. How else could he conceive of his lolsuit against Null?

I suppose if you want to understand a mad man you have to become one.

This is the Kiwi Farms. We're all mad here.

 

[Precocious Halfwit]

That is what you call fuckin' GOLD, fam. Much .

Normally these Russell-themed songs or stories barely make me crack a smile, this one I snarked at least 3 times and full on belly-laughed at 'FUCK YOU!' after all that.
Excellence of execution.

Truth! I started reading with some trepidation because the songs/film titles/stories usually descend into undiluted autism pretty much immediately but this was fucking superb. It was the canoe bit!

@Weeb Slinger - well fucking done

 

[WhaleOilBeefHooked]

Do you find it a bit disturbing that we can think like Russ now? I do. Maybe we're gazing into the abyss too long?

I think it's the amount of time we spend experiencing his uniquely ridiculous writing style. No one else combines ignorance, incompetence, self-obsession, and maliciousness like him. You pick up on it after a while, since everything he says consists of "me me me I'm better than everyone why am I not famous why don't women want to fuck me."

[Exterior: Gold & Silver pawn shop, Las Vegas. Interior shots of customers waddling around between the display cases.]

Rick: “So what have you got for me?”

[A trembling Russell Greer deposits his shop-soiled brothel token onto the counter, like it's one of the gold coins from John Wick.]

Rick: “Okay, if I am not mistaken, this is a coin from Dennis Hof's Love Ranch, which was a brothel in Nevada. Some people farm alpacas. Other people farm women. Different strokes for different folks, I guess. Every so often Dennis would have a batch of these coins made up. Whenever a homeless person was harassing him for change, he would hand a few out, just to get them to leave him alone. Then he would go back to his ranch and fuck his whores. Seriously, he would dose up on Viagra and rail four or five of them for hours. It must be have been an amazing spectacle to have witnessed...”

[Cut from Rick's faraway gaze to an earlier subtitled interview with Russell.]

Russell: “Today I'm here to sell my super-rare brothel coin from the Nevada Love Ranch that the owner, Dennis Hof, only gave to celebrities and VIPs. I'm selling it because I need money to fund my political action committee. My aim is to become a beacon for the sex industry by making prostitution legal within a one-mile radius of wherever I am standing. I also want to make it illegal for women to turn me down for sex, or to charge more than the minimum hourly wage for their services Because of the rarity of the coin, I won't accept anything less than one-million dollars for it.”

[Snap back to the present moment]

Rick: “How much do you want for it?”

Russell: [subtitled, but Rick can understand him in the same way that Han Solo can understand Chewbacca] “One... Ten-thousand dollars.”

Rick: “The problem I have, Russell, is that I don't know enough about these tokens to put a value on it. With your permission I would like to get my coin guy down here to tell me a bit more about its history and give me an appraisal.

Russell: (excited noises of affirmation.)

[A pawn shop employee places a 'Danger Slippery Floor' sign next to the puddle of drool that has gathered around Russell's feet.]

[MONTAGE: More footage of customers wandering around the pawn shop. Some douchebag carrying an antique, three-legged milking stool above his head. A couple paddle a canoe, that once belonged to Lewis and Clark, across a tepid pond of Russell's saliva. A short bullshit scene where Chumlee fails to acquire a quantity of methamphetamine that once belonged to Howard Hughes. Rick's 'coin guy' arrives at the counter.]

Rick: “I called you down here because I've got this brothel token from the Love Ranch in Nevada that I need to put a value on. The first thing I need to know is: Is it genuine?”

Coin Guy: “Well I can tell you right off the bat this is an authentic coin from The Love Ranch. To the best of my knowledge nobody ever bothered to counterfeit these things.”

Rick: “So, can you tell me a little more about its history?”

Coin Guy: “Sure. The Love Ranch was built over an old silver mine in Nevada. The owner of the mine, Dennis Hof, was having problems with Mormons, who were drawn to the silver. To scare them away he spread a rumour that the mine was home to a colony of whores; prostitutes being the natural enemy of Mormons. In fact, most of the girls were just janitors wearing masks and titty suits. Dennis paid them in company script which is what this coin is.”

Rick: “So this is like a Disney Dollar?”

Coin Guy: “That's right. It's exactly like a Disney Dollar. Now if we look at the obverse side here we can see a likeness of Dennis Hof in profile, along with his motto in Latin – 'Acquire silver and hoes'. On the reverse side we have this engraving...”

Rick: “Now my first thought when I saw that was: That's a vagina.”

Coin Guy: (Studies the token through a magnifier) “I would say that is an engraving of a vagina. Down here we have another Latin inscription that reads: 'Good for two free entrées at Olive Garden'.”

Rick: “So its worth something.”

Coin Guy: “Underneath that you have this smaller Latin inscription that translates to: 'Offer available between 3 and 4 pm on Wednesdays, at bus station and airport restaurants only.' And then down here someone has scratched the words: 'Please go on a date with me, Taylor – Russell'.”

Rick: “That's going to affect the value. What would you say it's worth?”

Coin Guy: “I guess whatever a pair of entrées at Olive Garden runs to.”

Rick: “Okay, thank you for coming down. The thing is, Russell, if I buy this token from you, then I need to find room for it in one of my coin display cases. That's space that could be occupied by another coin, or a badge, or even a loose shirt button that I want to keep track of until Chumlee can sew it back on for me. The other issue is that, this morning, a guy across the street was handing out coupons for Olive Garden with a far better offer than the one on your coin, which wipes out its value. So I can't make you an offer. Thanks for bringing it in.”

Russell: (seething with impotent fury) “Fuck you.”

[Russell stalks towards the exit, through the waist-deep drool that now fills the entire shop. In the background Big Hoss can be heard offering forty bucks for the original Noah's ark.]

[Post valuation interview in the parking lot, with a security guard hovering out of focus in the background]

Russell: “I was disappointed that Rick wasn't able to make me an offer for my brothel token and that he lied about its value. I have given his shop a one-star review online. Please support my PAC to legalise prostration and remember to vote for me on America's Got Talent.”

There are no words to describe the brilliance of this. Russell would also probably throw in a

"Honeshtly, hish deshishun goesh againsht all logic"

 

[DrJonesHat]

"Honeshtly, hish deshishun goesh againsht all logic"

I like the line from his book that goes along with this: "The judge wasn't listening to me, so I wasn't listening to him."

 

[theworstkindofeurofag]

I'm still horrified by the fact that he's been wearing that same tourist face mask ever since he arrived in Vegas. I don't want to know what it smells like on the inside. No wonder he won't wear it over his nose.

 

[Rod Dangerous]

The Rio “feels like a resort.”

 

[DrJonesHat]

The Rio “feels like a resort.”

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Place that has a certain characteristic feels like it has that characteristic. Another blinding insight from our generation's Plato.

 

[StinkySnack]

The Rio “feels like a resort.”

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"I actually really like coming to this Walmart. There's a lot to buy and it feels like a store and not just a stereotypical market/shop."

 

[Constellationzero]

That's a lot of words to actually say...

He just has a strong reosect for the Rio.

 

[Russketeer]

Did Crusty Rusty update his google review headline lol?

Rio isn't that different from other tourist resorts. I don't picture Russ mini golfing or ziplining by himself. It's got shops, restaurants, and pools like everywhere else. It does sprawl a bit and has a Mardi Gras/Carnival/beach style but so do others. Gold Coast is a gambling barn for locals and cheapies and feels as such.

 

[Drool Fool]

The Rio “feels like a resort.”

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The Luxor feels like Egypt

 

[Garfieldchu]

The Luxor feels like Egypt

The Hooters feels like bags of sand.

 

[the khat quaffer]

The Hooters feels like bags of sand.

Caesars Palace feels like I'm literally in Ancient Rome. I feel like Droolius Caseasr.

 

[StinkySnack]

Here we go…

 

[Russketeer]

I'm starting to wonder if Russ has set foot in very many Casinos on the strip or if he has some sort of complex that keeps him out.

If the Rio feels like a resort, what about Wynncore or Venetian/Palazzo or Ceasars, Cosmo, Paris, Bellagio, City Center, MGM, Mandalay Bay, or Luxor?

I know he's been in Bellagio far enough to get that Black and White photographer photo for his PAC picture (it's a random sitting area off one of the strip entrances) but we never see pictures of gardens, malls, exhibits, attractions, or interesting sites.

Droolious Ceasar is oddly accurate. Ceasars Palace isn't Caesar's Palace because the premise is everyone is their own Caesar at the palace not just one Caesar.

Luxor and Excalibur are as dethemed as oddly shaped buildings can be now. They don't look like castles of pyramids on the inside they look like hip airports. But I digress.

I used to have access to the super suites hidden in Rio proper and know how to get to private mansion part. Russ would be surprised what is around Rio the general public doesn't see.