Mr. V
2005-05-14 17:01:18 UTC
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AP
Two lost gamblers were discovered earlier today after being lost on
Mount Charleston, northwest of Las Vegas, Nevada.
They were discovered by a search team near the 11,918 summit of the
mountain, smiling, chanting, and bobbing their heads.
"We found him, The Unmoved Setter!" they chorused.
Upon debriefing at Area 51, the following bizarre tale unfolded...
The pair had been on a continual quest to achieve an advantage in
casino craps; they had taken dice setting instructional courses from
Heavy, GTC, Dice Coach, indeed anyone who offered, all to no avail.
"S*#t, we still tossed like random rollers," lamented one.
Their epiphany occurred at a GTC seminar: one of them overheard
Scoblete talking to Dominator in an adjoining bathroom stall about
planning to visit "That Old Recluse, The Captain."
Much to his shocked delight, he overheard Scoblete describe exactly
where the old hermit had his cave, and how to reach him.
That led to a last minute jaunt to Las Vegas, the purchase of
climbing gear, the rental of a 4x4, and a daredevil ascent to the Cave
of the Captain of Craps.
"He was pissed to see us, at first, and he glowed in a wierd way, but
after he gave us a few anal probes he seemed to relax a bit; heck,
those probes relaxed me, too."
"He lives in a cave, and has the Mother of all craps tables...gotta
watch out for the guano, although he uses it as an aiming point."
"He spent a couple minutes showing us his Secret Toss, then he said a
few magic words, snapped his fingers, and the next thing we know, we're
lying out here, and you guys found us."
An amazing tale, but could it have been influenced by the datura and
peyote caps found strewn around them?
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roll dem bones
AP
Two lost gamblers were discovered earlier today after being lost on
Mount Charleston, northwest of Las Vegas, Nevada.
They were discovered by a search team near the 11,918 summit of the
mountain, smiling, chanting, and bobbing their heads.
"We found him, The Unmoved Setter!" they chorused.
Upon debriefing at Area 51, the following bizarre tale unfolded...
The pair had been on a continual quest to achieve an advantage in
casino craps; they had taken dice setting instructional courses from
Heavy, GTC, Dice Coach, indeed anyone who offered, all to no avail.
"S*#t, we still tossed like random rollers," lamented one.
Their epiphany occurred at a GTC seminar: one of them overheard
Scoblete talking to Dominator in an adjoining bathroom stall about
planning to visit "That Old Recluse, The Captain."
Much to his shocked delight, he overheard Scoblete describe exactly
where the old hermit had his cave, and how to reach him.
That led to a last minute jaunt to Las Vegas, the purchase of
climbing gear, the rental of a 4x4, and a daredevil ascent to the Cave
of the Captain of Craps.
"He was pissed to see us, at first, and he glowed in a wierd way, but
after he gave us a few anal probes he seemed to relax a bit; heck,
those probes relaxed me, too."
"He lives in a cave, and has the Mother of all craps tables...gotta
watch out for the guano, although he uses it as an aiming point."
"He spent a couple minutes showing us his Secret Toss, then he said a
few magic words, snapped his fingers, and the next thing we know, we're
lying out here, and you guys found us."
An amazing tale, but could it have been influenced by the datura and
peyote caps found strewn around them?
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roll dem bones