Luckyfish
I'm one of those bastards who knows how fruit machines work.

On any night out, I'll stagger up to one, drink in hand, shrapnel in the other.

'Oh, Miraclefish, don't waste your money, you can't win on them!'
'C'mere.'
'Why? Oh, OK, throw your money away. It's all down to chance.'
'Yeah?'
'See, you've not got three symbols.'
'Mmm.'
'Tsk, how much have you put in?'
'Four quid...'
'Oh dear...'
*ching ching ching*
'Oh...have you won?'
'Yep. Only £20, though.'
'Oh....'


Heh. Years of working in nightclubs do help, of course. Though I still can't hear the Grease/Dirty Dancing Megamix without breaking down and going fetal. It still hurts...
(Miraclefish How appropriate, you fight like a cow, Thu 7 May 2009, 17:00, 2 replies)

Hold the bells, mate...
I'd say more, but I've forgotten how the rest of that sketch went.
( Grokthought wouldn't pay that for Chinese 5-Spice, Thu 7 May 2009, 17:35, closed)

You want to talk to Lumpbucket
He programs them...
( chthonic, Thu 7 May 2009, 17:47, closed)