Some friends and I had an extended dinner at a tavern in Taunton. They were giving away Budweiser T-shirts or something in a raffle, and you got one ticket for every beer. One friend had 3 tickets, and sent me off when my eagle ears heard some sort of announcements coming from the bar. I went in and stood there for a bit observing the locals exchange pleasantries over who would win…”No fahkin’ wey, buddy. Ahm gunna be the winnah f’ shoah. The fahkin’ ticket is right heah!” was about the gist of it from one of the stringier-haired, tattoo on the back, short too short ladies.

I got nothing. Until the end. When the guy called one of my numbers. Well, it wasn’t technically one of my numbers, but, well, minor detail. When I went to collect my T-shirt, the guy pointed behind me and said, “There you go. All yours.”

A Bud Light snowboard.

The best part was walking back to the table and leaning a five foot snowboard against a table for the five foot girl who won it, and watching her trying to figure out how I could pull off such an elaborate joke.

I’m good, but not that good.

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