A local safari park owned by a rich casino proprietor was celebrating its 25th anniversary. The party was held over the alligator tanks which were surrounded by bridges where people could view the animals. At the party the businessman, who was quite drunk, looked at his 30 year old unwed daughter and decided to make an offer.

“My guests,” he stated, “I am going to make a one time only offer. If any man is able to swim through my alligator tank, I will marry him off to my daughter and provide him with a few million as a reward.”

Just as the man is saying a few million there is a splash, followed by a a poor soul swimming, panting and pushing his way through the mud to get to the podium where the rich casino owner is standing.

“WOW,” exclaims the businessman. “that was not only unexpected, it was unbelievably fast.” As promised the businessman offers his daughter and calls his banker to get a transfer ready.

“I don’t need your money,” says the wet, muddy gentleman, who happens to be a professional blackjack player at the man’s casino. “I just want to find the sonovabitch that pushed me in!”

At an upscale Las Vegas casino, a blackjack dealer and a player begin to discuss the etiquette of tipping and if it is necessary to tip a dealer.
The player contends, “It is not the fault of the dealer when I receive bad cards, just like the dealer isn’t responsible for my good cards. If both are sheer luck, why should I tip him?
The dealer responds, “Do you tip the waiter when dining at a restaurant?”
“Yes,” the gambler replies.
“So by this logic I am right,” says the dealer.

Confused, the player asks why.
“Well, a waiter serves you dinner, but because he doesn’t make it, the quality is irrelevant to whether or not he gets tipped. I serve you cards in the same way, so you should tip me.”
“I guess you are right, “concedes the player, “but a waiter gives me what I order, so I’ll take a Queen.”