Every time I decide to cook I’m always

Every time I decide to cook I’m always one ingredient short. The last time I tried to make

hasenpfeffer, I didn't have any rabbit on hand. I asked my neighbor, Jellystone Sam, if she had any rabbit to chip in for some hasenpfeffer. She didn't but her portly uncle Porcine

suggested a substitute from his pond. "If you can't make hasenpfeffer, might as well eat turtle!" We winced at the idea, but invited Porcine and Jellystone Sam to join us

as a fourth for bridge, even though bridge is an old person's game and nobody new how to play it. "How about Yatzee?" Paul asked. Everyone sighed and decided to ignore Paul.

So Paul left and decided to find something else to do and some other people to hang out with who would better appreciate his passion and talent for Yahtzee. He ended up

hitting the Strip. (No, not the Las Vegas Strip - he couldn't make it there), Paul went straight to Reno's #1 Yahtzee high-roller's corner - where he knew he'd kick ass and take nu

isance things like rules and guidelines, and just toss them out the window. And why not?

Should we care that we have to repeat the same tired old tropes? Getting up after an anvil smashed our heads & tweety birds circle our nogin' as if it was nothing? What are we,chop

ped liver of Census taker? I bid thee reconsider the status of us each in this relationship. I suspect that you will find that it is not one in which you are in charge. I am.