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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