My newest patron, Nick, just backed at the Thank Me tier. i want to make it clear that i know nothing whatsoever about him (including his sex), so i’m assuming a great deal with the following poem:

A Herald to Nicholas, Who Was Recently Spotted at the Casino

All hail Nick,

a fella so slick

he makes Frank Sinatra look like a hick.

When he rolls the dice

(having blown on them twice)

the house always loses and pays him the price.

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