Dustings #123

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Look, it’s easy to judge. But haven’t we all been there? Haven’t we all made a few questionable choices—lost in the fog of desire—for a card duck?

Just last week, I woke up under a bridge on the wrong side of town. Needle in my arm. Pants around my ankles. Wallet empty. Rectum sore and bleeding. And why?

You know the story—just a tragic chain of missteps, set in motion sadly (but perhaps inevitably), by that insatiable longing… that raging, godless hunger… for a card duck.

Rick L. sends this along. Proof that the large motion covers the small motion.

The most embarrassing thing for the Magic Circle about this article isn’t that they didn’t want to allow women into their organization.

It’s that this is what they did want: