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A Night Which Will Live in Infamy written @ 11:48 PM on August 01, 2003 This was a night that will live on in Posse Legend, with a capital P-L. On the fly this evening, Casey, Christine, Katharine, and I went to St. John's Festival. When we got there, we realized, "Duuuude, we're over 18 and can henceforth GAMBLE." After having our fill of deep-fried, powder-sugared, funnel-formed ambrosia, we whisked away to the wonderful and heretofore unknown world of instant bingo, which we we all lost, except for me, who only broke half even at fifty cents. And it was technically Casey's money. Finally after Kat had lost a quarter, Christine sacrificed fifty cents, and Casey blew away a dollar (and finally I won fifty cents), we were drawn like moths to a bug-zapper light to the cotton candy stand, where we were awarded, for a meager two dollars, the most glorious wand of spun sugar ever to grace this mortal realm. And then... the feast. Following The Feast, we happened upon this very discreet little booth with this huge chest of gleaming silver baubles (well... quarters) that even Captain Jack Sparrow would not have turned his nose against. Each pitching in twenty-five cents and not placing our trust in God, as some would expect at a Catholic festival, we placed our trust in Christ-ine (*notice Sam's clever blasphemous pun*), to light the way to victory by choosing the correct key-- out of possible millions-- to unlock the splendour of the treasure trove. Of course, I called "Karma Police" on her and told her that was blatant exploitation of her psychic abilities... that is, before doling out another dollar for her to try again. The results, oh suspenseful audience? We won $11.40 for each of the four of us, or... drum roll... a grand total of $45.60. We're all winners in Christ, and Casey claims he's now going to convert to Catholicism. He says, "Hallelujah." In fact, from this day forth, whoever may accompany me to my church's festival will be part of the "Catholicism Wow! (*notice subtle "Dogma" joke*) Phenomenon." So. Anyone who wants to come with me tomorrow and/or Sunday after a morning of Lordly praise is welcome to partake of the reapings of what we sowed. All I know is that St. John's is not going to be counting $1,500,000 this year after *we* get through with them. Maybe, like, $20. You just have to wonder when the karma is going to come back and kick us in the ass for this. Yours in the Giving Tree, Sam, with additional material from Kat, Christine, and Casey... who are still dancing victory jigs and celebrating how they earned this year's college laundry money.
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