Wynn Las Vegas, via dieiscast.com

I’m regularly tread on by the feet of prostitutes and mobsters, celebrities and nobodies, dignitaries and derelicts, winners and losers (the latter, mostly) … what am I?

No, I’m not the carpet at the Oval Office — but close. I’m that ashy, super-tacky, psychedelically-colored is-it-art-or-is-it-furnishing known as the casino floor. I’ve been stained with everything from ***CENSORED*** to ***EVEN MORE CENSORED***. And I’m immune to vacuums, Roombas and steam cleaners of any sort. To be filthy is to be me. Save your pity, though: I am sacred ground for the world’s fortune-seekers and dreamers. As such, I’m more than just a little revered. Proof? I have an entire website devoted to me.

Die is Cast, a gambling website, has a Casino Carpet Gallery — pointless, and awesome. More time and energy well spent, courtesy of your friends, the Internets.