“It is said that man will soon send a manned mission to Mars. This mission will, by necessity, take several years. Therefore, it is preferable that we send people that are not liked, so as to remove them from our midst for a considerable length of time. All you sons of bitches better be on that flight.”
“Once again, a card snafu is my undoing. Forgot to pick up a card on my second turn. Then proceed to pick up two horses and two cannons after that. As my sixth turn is completed, I finally pick up my fifth card to complete my - you guessed it - mixed set. And then, to really pour salt in the wound, I am taken over the very next turn and have to endure another game at Shane's where I turn in no cards. At least I only screwed up on one card this time. It seems as though my card failures are directly proportional to the volume of scotch consumed. Hmm. I suppose I must wrestle with which is more important to me. I'll check back with you next month and we'll see which shoulder won the battle. Devil or bear....”
“Bad Omen: First beer seen in the liquor store was 'Loser' beer - should have bought it. Second bad feeling: I think I'm sitting in the same place Shane was at that game he went out first (I was wondering about that.) And then how - how the fuck! - does a guy get seven or eight SINGLE defensive six rolls against him (not to mention that mutha-fuckin' five)? Needless to say, this game I was FUCK'D.”
