Moment of Silence

The Editorial Board is bibulously crestfallen to find itself in receipt of the appalling report appearing below, sent in by our Left Coast Bureau Chief, Hugh Jorgen.

Once a respected, albeit frequently exposed, member of the Editorial Board, Hugh now finds himself phenomenologically face-to-face with metastatic flatulence, tertiary syphillis and Senile Democracy™.

Jorgen (left) is pictured here in conference with his long-time male companion prior to onset of PL™ (Plummeting Libido).

Would the readership kindly observe a moment of silence to mourn the passing of a wit once the envy of two winos and a displaced moron from the Probation Department down on Market Street in Fat City.


This may come as a surprise to those of you not living in Las Vegas but there are more Catholic churches than casinos in the desert metropolis.

Not surprisingly, some worshippers at Sunday services will give casino chips rather than cash when the basket is passed.

Since they receive chips from many different casinos, the churches have devised a method to collect and collate the offerings.

The churches collectively send their chips to a nearby Franciscan monastery for sorting and accounting. The chips are then taken to their respective casinos of origin, cashed in and returned, in perfect order, whence they came.

This work is performed by devotees known as chip monks.