I bought these tacky magnets when I was in Las Vegas. Las Vegas as a whole was just incredibly tacky, so I thought I needed to honor that by buying tacky souvenirs. Never forget.
These magnets now adorn my fridge in Canberra.
But the man one is my favourite. He seems to have made all sorts of bad tattooing decisions while in Vegas (not to mention crimes against fashion). Either he is a successful stripper whose g-string is so overburdened with dollar bills they are dropping out everywhere as he gyrates, or he is crapping out money. An apt euphemism for gambling, no? The poor guy can’t even afford shoes.