If, even by mistake, I would have a guy cross the Atlantic with even 10lbs of chips in his luggage, I would feel obliged to buy them, even if I went bankrupt the same night, and both my parents or both my children died in an accident that same night. Sure, I would try to sell them around after those tragic events, 'cause poker chips wouldn't matter anymore.
That's my idea of dignity and decency. Probably that's the idea of people born till the late 60s at the latest.
That's my idea of dignity and decency. Probably that's the idea of people born till the late 60s at the latest.