When we used to go play bingo in high school (SHUT UP!), there were all of these ladies with those troll dolls for good luck. I'm talking, like, five of 'em...all lined up. They also had homemade bags for holding their dabbers.
I seem to recall the bingo hall was basically a maze of smoke, despair, and sweatshirts with teddy bears, rainbows, or unicorns.
Once I got roped into selling the bingo cards by some charity. Worst experience ever. Smoke billowing everywhere. Surly welfare fatties yelling if you can't make change fast enough for them. Nightmare. Never, ever, again.
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When we used to go play bingo in high school (SHUT UP!), there were all of these ladies with those troll dolls for good luck. I'm talking, like, five of 'em...all lined up. They also had homemade bags for holding their dabbers.
I seem to recall the bingo hall was basically a maze of smoke, despair, and sweatshirts with teddy bears, rainbows, or unicorns.
Once I got roped into selling the bingo cards by some charity. Worst experience ever. Smoke billowing everywhere. Surly welfare fatties yelling if you can't make change fast enough for them. Nightmare. Never, ever, again.
say: BINGO.....and DABBER
Wow. Glad to see BINGO is the same no matter where you play it.
I used to sell those tickets, my favorite ever BINGO quote is:
"C'mon, c'mon! Mamma needs to pay the water bill!"
I was wondering if you borrowed my lucky bongo troll - it smells like your mussy.
Bingo culture is pretty effing scary.
You know, Bingo is an underated sport.
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