A Kentuckian who spent his life in the remote Kentucky mountains went to Las Vegas. He was absolutely amazed at what he saw at the airport and along the route to his casino hotel. But his eyes really popped out when he saw a little old lady enter an elevator. The door closed, and she was gone. He almost fell over when a few moments later the same door opened and out stepped a gorgeous showgirl. "Well, I'll be doggoned," he said. "If I'd a known about that contraption I'd a brung my old woman along."
"OK," said the waiter. "Show me the ones you don't like and I'll get rid of them."
"What's the second best thing?" asked the gambler.
"You're lucky you fell in front of a casino," said a witness. "Now you can sue the casino manager for thousands of dollars."
"I can't do that," said the accident victim.
"Why not?" asked the witness.
"Because I'm the casino manager."
"Sorry," said the man. "This is an insane asylum."
But Trump wouldn't be put off. "I have to sleep somewhere for the night," he said. "I'm tired. Can't you accommodate me? I'm Donald Trump, and I'll make it worth your while."
The man thought a moment then said, "OK. We already have five Donald Trumps. I suppose we can make room for a sixth."
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