So this World Cup is on, and, flush with our casino winnings and youthful exuberance, we got the hell outta dodge and headed up to JC to check out the festivities on Saturday. Well, it was a pretty damn festive night. Walking down the street in my ass-kiss uniform (kiss Korea's ass and you've made a friend for minutes), I was surprised to find Koreans smiling at me. Definitely a new sensation. Our old gunning friend, Masada Bro, came out and kept us entertained with his array of high-tech spy gear, and simple disposition. A good fella.
Keeping with the lucky theme, I happened to buy the winning raffle ticket, so when Korea beat Greece 2-0, I got our night's drinks to that point on the house. Boo-yeah! It was another very long night, and, as I'm sadly known to do at times, I bought 153 McMuffins at the end of it. They're like the crack to me. Yup, a lucky weekend.
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