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The Call Girl Card Game

Saturday, May 3rd, 2008

By Jeffrey Petts

If Las Vegas is known for one thing, it’s gaming. Blackjack. Craps. Poker. Slots. Games, games, games. Now there’s a new game on the Strip.

Have you been to Vegas lately? It’s been different each of the three times I’ve spent time there. Some casinos have disappeared with new ones appearing in their place. Whole city blocks have been wiped out to make way for another cutting-edge gambling Mecca.

But you won’t find this new game on the crowded casino floors of these epic gambling halls. Though cards are dealt, it won’t be via busty Hooters eye candy. You can wait around for a free drink, but you’ll be competing with winos for the libation. And don’t even bother looking for the buffet because they aren’t found out on the Strip.

But there are scantily-clad dealers, free booze and buffets all up and down the Strip, you say.

True, but this game isn’t played in any casino. It’s played outside on the Strip.

Is it some sort of back alley dice/card game?

Nope. It’s safe and right out in the open, and your dealers aren’t even looking for a gratuity.

So tell us about this new game.

Say you’re a group of ten guys (sans wives and children) stomping up and down the Strip with half-empty beers (in the never-ending search for the next alcoholic beverage) and your competitive juices are flowing. (You know, because you’re a guy.) Playing at the tables is fun, but what about the valuable gambling time lost when moving from one casino to another? What can an overly competitive, drunken male do to stay sharp? And if there’s a way to work pornography into the equation, all the better. Out of this was the Call Girl game born.

If you’ve been to Vegas and walked the Strip, you’re familiar with the grubby bystanders handing out the business cards with pictures of attractive women and a phone number. If you have a major credit card and a phone, calling the number listed can deliver a woman to your hotel room within the hour.

This game involves hookers?

Sorta, but not really. You don’t actually solicit the services of these ladies of the night; you just collect their calling cards. Rather than ignore the dingy, dirty men dumping these pornographic advertisements upon the wandering public, make a game of collecting their bounty. The cards end up taking on a whole new meaning outside of that for which they were intended. And besides, collecting them is better than littering so it’s like you’re doing your part to help the environment. (At least, that’s what I keep telling the wife.)

Here’s how you play…

Whenever you are out and about on the Strip, keep an eye out for the guys handing out the cards. As you walk by, accept whatever they pass you. These guys tend to work in groups of three or four so be sure to slow your pace enough to get cards from each of them. It’s in your best interest to collect as many cards as possible so you can build your ultimate call girl deck.

Why would anyone want to play this game?

Did you miss the paragraph about guys, competitiveness and pornography? Trust me when I state that a group of ten guys will inevitably lead to five or six players. They can’t help themselves.

Fine, you collect hooker calling cards. That’s not much of a game.

Well, collecting is only the first step. There are a few objectives to this game. In the quest to build the ultimate call girl deck, you have to obey a few rules and attempt to achieve a benchmark or two.

The ultimate deck would consist of twenty-seven cards – one card for each letter of the alphabet, and a final “wild card” selection. The first letter of the girl’s name determines its place in the alphabet. “Amber” for A, “Bobbi” for B, and so on.

What are the chances of finding a prostie with a Q-, X- or Z-name?

Not likely at all. Why do you think those letters score so well in Scrabble? If you can use them, they’re worth more than common letters.

Upon returning to your hotel room at the end of each day, you’ll find your call girl prospect pile will be impressive. Divvy the divas up into their respective piles and hope you’ve found the magic letters to complete your alphabet of smut.

Collect cards. Make an alphabet soup of porn. Big deal.

There’s more. Now that you’ve got a pile of cards, choose your “best” one to represent each letter. You’ll have a dozen M’s and twenty S’s, but only one can make the cut. What makes a card better than the rest? “Holly & Hanna” is like a double H score. “Storm” boasts a price of $150. The overall “price” is just one of the factors involved in judging a winning call girl deck. When assembling a deck, one should treat it like a liberal college campus by sprinkling it with plenty of “diversity”. Twenty-seven carbon copy blondes will get old quickly. (Even Playboy throws in a few brunettes and redheads in an attempt to prove ol’ Hef isn’t fixated on surgically enhanced Amazon women.)

The final “wild card” is your choice. After leafing through a few hundred cards, one or two will probably draw your attention (and, possibly, even a late night phone call). Whatever the reason, the wild card is a sort of tiebreaker. Maybe it involves two girls performing an inappropriate act. Maybe the model looks like your high school sweetheart or your buddy’s daughter. Maybe it’s just a flavor that you have a fond taste for. It’s your special choice to round out the deck.

So what are the rules?

Easy.

  • All cards must be handed to you. You can’t pick them up off the ground or from one of the many porn stands around town.
  • No shopping. You can’t approach one of the guys handing out cards and request a specific type of girl or attempt to procure a missing letter. It’s luck of the draw.
  • One pass only. The same guy hands you another “Belinda” while a competitor scores an improbable “Xena”. There’s no going back for another run at a new card. Grab and keep walking.
  • No trading. Build your own deck.
  • Only one card for each letter. No Z? Your deck will be a card short.
  • Only one side of a card is eligible. There are no bonus points for double-sided cards.
  • After a couple of days of deck building, assemble all the players to present their respective treasure troves of smut. You will require an impartial judge. It’s best to determine this person before the game begins for the purpose of rule clarification. It’s also wise to have the prize selected. Whether it’s $20 from each participant or a free dinner on the final night of the trip, having something to play for adds a bit of spice to the game. (I mean it is LAS VEGAS after all.)

    When it comes time to judge the decks, use the following scoring system:

  • 5 points for each letter of the alphabet represented
  • 1 point extra for each double letter
  • 5 points for the deck with highest dollar value, 4 points for the second highest, 3 for third and so forth
  • 1 point extra for each girl displayed on a card
  • At this point, there may be one competitor pulling away from the pack. Now come the random categories. The next phase of the game takes a little imagination and can get as inappropriate as your group deems fit.

    Female Buffet – One of the best aspects of Vegas is the quality of its buffets. A properly constructed Call Girl deck should also reflect a smorgasbord of flavors. Randomly select an ethnicity or hair color. Add a point for each card with an example of your selected “flavor”.

    Mystery Body Part – Randomly select a favorite portion of the female anatomy: left breast, right breast, backside, “nether” region… Add a point for each card that clearly displays the chosen part.

    Fetish Fun – Does your deck have girls that like to play dress up or dominate? There’s points in them there kinks!

    Is this game the best way to spend your time in Las Vegas? Not really? Will it make you a better human being? Not a chance. Is it a flimsy excuse to amass a pile of smut? Yup, pretty much.

    What can you do with all the remaining cards?

    There’s plenty of fun to be had with the leftovers. Try stuffing a few in Gideon’s Bible to bookmark meaningful passages for the room’s next occupant. Or take them home and drop them randomly around the office. What says “fun” more than someone spotting a call girl card on the floor by your boss’s desk? Another cruel trick is to hide them in the pockets of a buddy’s coat. It’s even more enjoyable if you can manage to be around when the wife/girlfriend discovers the hidden prize. See, what happens in Vegas doesn’t have to stay in Vegas!

    I know you’ve missed a regular dose of Canon Fodder while I was on vacation. Think of it as the price you as a reader have to pay for me to come up with new and interesting material to ramble about. Be sure to continue visiting Canon Fodder as we’ll be back on a regular writing schedule this week as life returns to normal.

    Gambler’s Corner: Super Bowl Edition

    Friday, February 1st, 2008

    By Joe Moskwa

    Super Bowl XLII
    Sunday, February 3, 2008
    New York Giants vs. New England Patriots

    Looks like we’re a couple of days from kickoff, and I’ll admit it – I can’t wait. I’ve got one of the best cooks in the world at my house this Sunday (that would be ME), a great team of drinkers, eaters, and laughers, and then after about six straight hours of goofing around and stuffing ourselves, they’ll kickoff a football game!

    Now it’s the biggest game of the year, but what can I really say about it? I mean, what can I talk about that isn’t already being beaten like a drum? So you know what I’m gonna do? I’m going to let you listen to all that stuff on SportsCenter or in your favorite newspaper. Why should I repeat the undefeated and dynasty and Eli Manning and Brady talk? There’s really no point.

    Okay, TWO sentences. That’s all it gets. Sentence #1: The New York Giants are getting 11.5 points. Sentence #2: The Giants will either win the game OUTRIGHT, or they will lose by 17+, so pull a “Joe” this Sunday and spend your money on hooch and yummers and yummies and munchies and not betting.

    What are “yummers” and “hooch” you may ask? Well, you’ll have to see on Sunday if you want to know. You know, at my gathering. Hint: If you have enough hooch, you’ll start to make up words like yummers and shishka-baloney. Here, try the filet-of-pattay. A-la-mode even.

    Some of the conversation WILL make sense though. Like when I start to reminisce about Super Bowls of years past. I grew up in the ‘80s, and my biggest and fondest memories are of watching Montana and Elway play. Sure, the Broncos always lost, but those two QBs were money, and they dominated the entire decade. The only thing I didn’t like was about how the adults wouldn’t stop rambling about Bart Starr and Terry Bradshaw. Bradshaw, Starr, Bradshaw, Starr, Steel Curtain, Starr… GRRR!!! Please be quiet, you are interrupting Joe Montana’s drive! I just wanted the ramblings about these dinosaurs to stop. I was certain that Bradshaw wore a leather helmet and was probably dead. Since all my uncles that talked about it were bald, these games must’ve been played in the 1800s. Which makes me realize, that NOW, my KIDS are going to start saying: Dad, stop talking about Joe Montana, he’s probably dead and we are trying to watch Tom Brady win his eighth Super Bowl. Now pass the cream-of-salami banana-split dip.

    (Filet-of-pattay and salami-banana dip are just things I make up when I make something REAL, ask someone to try it, and they say “what is it” before they bite. Don’t you hate when they do that? Just try it!)

    Drinking games that WILL be played this Sunday during the game at my house:

    1) A round of Jello shots every time the camera shows Peyton and Archie sitting together.

    2) All the women chug half a beer every time the word “undefeated” is mentioned.

    3) All the men chug a whole beer every time the word “dynasty” is mentioned.

    4) A round of Jello shots every time the ‘72 Miami Dolphins are mentioned.

    5) Mandatory Jager bombs for the people that I choose whenever Junior Seau winning a ring after 33 years in the NFL is mentioned, whenever sixth-round-draft pick is mentioned, and when the “possible” stat of two brothers both winning a Super Bowl is mentioned. Either the announcers will have nothing to talk about, or we’ll be wearing out a few healthy livers on Sunday. Yikes!

    I hope everyone has a blast this Sunday. I’ve got to head out now and stock up on Tums and Tylenol.

    Editor’s note: I put a figurative gun to Joe’s head and forced a pick out of him.

    PICK: Take the G-Men and the points (+11.5).

    Gambler’s Corner: Playoff Edition – Week 3

    Friday, January 18th, 2008

    By Joe Moskwa

    Crown ‘em. That’s it. That should just about wrap it up. Yes, while some of you may say “I coulda told you that eight weeks ago,” I’m officially giving the title to the Pats this year. It’s my opinion the chips fell in such a place that will allow me to be 100% sure of who this year’s Super Bowl winner will be. I’m not just PICKING them, I’m CALLING it. (There’s a difference). And again, most of you are probably wondering why this is such “big news”, but there’s a reason they actually PLAY the game.

    So save your thoughts and conversations on the significance of an Eli Manning versus the Manning-shunned draft day Chargers Super Bowl, because it won’t happen.

    Because I’m calling it. Ballgame.

    Last weeks recap:

    Peeeeeyton. Duuuude. Really? One and done? Say it ain’t so. Say you’ll be back next year. And speaking of the loss to the Chargers, if you watched it and paid attention to the biased announcing, would Dan Dierdorf totally have Peyton’s baby or what?

    Let’s give the Jacksonville Jaguars a nice round of applause on a very solid season. It’s almost unfair that they have to play in the AFC during the Brady-Manning era. But I think it’ll make them even stronger.

    Dallas? Nice job on playing a thirteen-game college season this year. And why is it so satisfying to see a rich old guy look SO pissed off? I think Jerry Jones really WAS about to take the headphones from one of the coaches on Sunday and take over, just like he does in my favorite cola commercial.

    Let’s make some picks. (Not that I’d condone taking my advice this season. I really think this season is cursed for me).

    Sunday, January 20th, 2008
    AFC Championship Game, 3:00 pm

    San Diego Chargers at New England Patriots – Bolts getting 14.5
    Yeah, like I was saying a minute ago. I expect the Pats to roll. But let me backtrack for a second. I gave coach Turner some flack earlier this season but he gets my game ball from last week. Gates was hurt. Rivers was knocked out. L.T., perhaps the best back in the game? Out. Chargers defensive game plan? Gold. They had the Colts’ number this year, but like I mentioned before, they aren’t the team to knock the Patriots out. New England is on a major mission, and they’ll plow over the Bolts in their last home game of the year. By about 17.
    Pick: Give the two TDs and take the Pats (-14.5).

    NFC Championship Game, 6:30 pm
    New York Giants at Green Bay Packers – G-Men getting 7.5
    Last week I jokingly called an All-Manning Super Bowl and I said Eli wasn’t ready. But he’s a GAME away! Coach Coughlin and his heavily motivated team kept Archie Manning’s Sunday from being ruined. Could you imagine watching both your sons being eliminated from the playoffs in the same day? Ouch. The Giants get a gameball as well, but I don’t. I actually broke my Lambeau winter rule and took the Seahawks last week! Am I crazy? Favre is playing like a kid, that O-line is amazing, and Ryan Grant and his long strides can bust an 80-yarder at any moment. The Packers are worthy of a title this year and I fully expect a rematch of Super Bowl XXXII. (Packers 35, Patriots 21, 1997, Louisiana Superdome. Desmond Howard took two kicks back to the house).

    You’ll also remember that Favre’s hair was brown back then. (You’ll see the clips soon enough). So I have to go back to my rule. Gotta take the Pack. By about 10.
    Pick: Cheeseheads giving a touchdown (-7.5).

    Side note: Will I put money on these picks? Probably not because this is the last REAL weekend of football, so I just plan on enjoying it. If I HAD to bet? Patriots by 17.

    Enjoy the games.