The Bunko Girls

I’d like to take this time to honor my peeps and give a shout out to my homies. The Bunko Girls. What did I just say? Was I talking gangsta?





I belong to a group of ladies who engage in a little monthly Bunko. Cast your judgmental looks aside, I’m having none of that. Think about the time you went to Wal-Mart on a Friday night. Now that was gambling! This is NOT gambling. It’s paying 3 bucks for a night well spent. And at the end of the night you may win a huge jackpot of $7.50 or so. Wikpedia says gambling is the act of playing for stakes in the hope of winning (including the payment of a price for a chance to win a prize). That’s totally NOT what we do. The $3 is the fee, the Fun is the prize. There’s a 100% chance you are going to have fun. So, where’s the gamble in that? Besides, in well over a year of playing, I have never taken home one red cent. I think the dice are rigged. In my former low self esteem days, I would have thought the girls were out to get me.



Next time I’m gonna stop at the gas and sip, buy Jody a Polar Pop and myself a couple Scratch Offs. Then, that will be gambling.

Thanks Ro Ro for the St. Patty's Day Shenanigans. Also Shannon 2.0 and Tra Nay Cy for... you know what you did.