Ah, back in glorious Portland. Sure, the booze flows freely in Vegas, but the air is filled with regret and pain... Kinda' like a 24-hour version of My Father's Place. Anyway, as I draft up the reasons why my fellow Dungeon Masters should avoid cards and stick with Craps; I give you this:
Look, I love America, truly and deeply, but we will never be the ultimate country until we can combine our Vegas atittude with Car-Rocket-Skeet Shooting. England prevails!
