Out of all the thousands of entries to my competition, I have one thing to say....
CALL YOURSELVES MAGICIANS? YOU GUYS COULDN'T ORGANIZE A CRAP SHOOT IN A WHOREHOUSE FOR CRISSAKES!
Lamentable. Laughable. Like you bozos have feet at the end of your wrists!
Okay, here's what I'll do. I'll "upload", despite being a lousy computer person, my own performance of a Solayme classic. Then you'll see what real magic is all about.
Then, after that, I'll finally spill the beans about me and Roy Walton.
But it ain't pretty. No. It's one sordid story of love, betrayal, a terrible haircut, more love, another two betrayals, Telly Savalas and a tub of jello.
No, it wasn't pretty. But it's a story that needs telling.
BS
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