Folded Thought of the Day:


From the "Wildly Adventurous Adventures of Nick Wicked, 
Intergalactic Man About Town."

Tonight's Episode:  The Trouble with Alabaster

Everything was going as planned; except of course for the fact 
that I was already twenty three thousand in the hole and the 
strong feeling that had developed so recently regarding the 
number 17 had now left and I was fairly certain that the wheel 
had conspired against me -- first to instill my confidence in 
this digit, and second to somehow manage to convey this 
betrayal to me just seconds before the ball rested comfortably 
on 03, thus sealing my fate. 

All that my memory will portion out regarding the events that 
transpired subsequent to this debacle are as follows: I remember 
being in a room that smelled of some sort of meat by-product, a 
man stood over me, tattoos resembling noel coward and the brass 
section of the Boston Pops covered the left side of his body. 
His demeanor was highly comical and I had to suppress a laugh as 
he reached inside my mouth and proceeded to feel around for my 
heart. He ceased his probing when another man, well not actually 
a man per se, a sort of half-man, half-lobster looking fellow 
orbited his way into the room. 

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