DICE NITE
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Every Tuesday the month before I left, the Sewickley gang threw down the ivory rakehellies for cash. Here is the anatomy of a typical dice nite.
Chad "Red Red Wine" Whitacre takes in the first of the Thunderbird. It is truly terrible, a cross between Lysol and being possessed by a devil. "What's the word? Thunderbird! What's the price? Thirty twice!" or $3.99 in today's issue.
Yep, already
We always tried to have a token girl, and in Julie we got a little more than we were asking for.
What's with the faces? Are they secretly judging us Deeber Christy and Seth square off for the first Jackson. Murmurings are heard. After dispatching the Sethster, I moved on to the title bout with the Hanseatic Kid. Are you ready for this action?! There must be at least three ounces of bills on the table! Mistakes were made... ... and paid for. Nice poker face, Jules. But it didn't matter. Because, on her first night, JULIE TAKES ALL!!!!! |