Craps

[anomalousresult]

I decided to just cut and paste this onto the end of “craps” because it’s really the same story.  I just got interrupted by . . .  something before I posted the last part, and I haven’t bothered to start typing again until I hit Chicago.

I’m still rolling my tongue over my teeth trying to get the excess salt from the garish interpretation of a

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[urbancontra]

ahh, its just as good hearing it second hand!

You haven't posted about Seattle! Well, I guess it really wasn't that exciting, though.

[angrypillows]

hahahahaha

that's too bad about the salmon. boy, do I know all about being a pepto-bismol commercial in the desert, let me tell you. :)

OMGWTFBBQ!!!!!!~~!!!!!ONESHIFT!ONE~!~~~!

[emacspirate]

"Jon went so far as to devise a Dragon equivalent of the tomahawk chop, and booed with such conviction that the knight from Denmark kept giving him looks that screamed “BLOODY PEASANT!”

"After that we had dinner somewhere down inside Stratosphere. I don’t recall where exactly. But I remember that I ordered the salmon. Let that be a lesson: never order fish in the desert."

Two of the mighty gems in the grandiosepost sir~

What a great read, I wish I could have met up with you for the Vegas excursion!

Welcome home! Now I'll just have to catch up with you at some point! :P

[nodotsam]

Fantastic. That's only the second time that something I've read has made me want to commit suicide in sympathy.

(The other time involved the whole "oh, crap, she's dead -- now what the hell do I do?!" sequence from Richard Wright's Native Son... so at least your tortured bowels are in good literary company.)

[eclecticavatar]

I can't believe you saw "Bite!" I have the calendar. ;)