Non Racing Day. Go Figure.
There are often times in a man’s life when he needs to go where everybody knows his name. It also helps when they have a personal relationship with a jockey in the fifth race. So this is where we stood, The Drizzle and Old No. 22. Burgeoning on the precipice of a new height of degenerate gambling.
We bring you: The Suffolk Downs Bachelor Party!
Balmy with a chance of man-boob
Has anyone seen my son?
Want to know what's in that bag? 40 years of broken promises and disappointment.
Everything in this picture is a loser.
I felt more outside-looking-in than this guy.
They were in a heated debate about which jockey's tip was better. I shit you not.
Mu-Ran's uncles, confused, thought they could eat the loser. They ended up at Sizzler.
I felt more out of place than this guy.
Workstation for The Drizzle and Old No. 22
Excuse me ma'm, may I pay you in gold chains?
Look at this fucking Hipster.
It really says it all.
I would love to have seen her strip in her prime.