Played some blackjack this weekend at St. Agnes, and Jesus took most of my money. In the case of a push, the church gets the money, so basically the odds are screwed.
I hope this helps my karma for the rest of the year, or maybe just puts a halo around my head and I score some brownie points.
The temperatures were so hot, the beer flowed like water.
We’re now in the season of Catholic picnics, so I’ll see you at the blackjack table of the next one!