It went down like this...
I wanted to go to ChuckECheese for my 29th birthday. My wife obliged (I had a rough childhood and wanted one rat birthday before I turned 30)
I grabbed buckets of beer, tied balloons to my waist and started my magic on the skeeball machine. They're tiny skeeball machines which increases the difficulty far beyond any alcohol hindrance...kind like the small/half sized craps table in some of the seedy joints in Vegas.
After I was making it yellow rain (I don't get to pick the color of the tickets) I had challengers. I was so on fire I made it a game of horse. This guy was just upset because the previous game I smoked him throwing backwards and he was throwing normal. I guess his drunken thought process was....think like a drunk...be as cool as one.
Finally, one of charle's minions paid me a visit with 2 fresh rubberbanded straps of tickets. He requested I just take the tickets because it was easier than him reloading the machine every 20 minutes (you get a huge pay out of tickets when you win against all the other machines). This is me turning down his request.
I'm still winning....I got me a giant size pez dispenser of chewbaca's head that plays the star wars theme when you pull his head back.
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