Merlin sends in his trained flatulence to scout the room…

After our usual round of chicken fried rice at PF Chang’s Friday night, we headed over to Magicopolis for the 8 PM show. Marukan couldn’t make it, as she had a previously scheduled engagement at the House of Blues Sunset to see George “Corpsegrinder” Fisher’s band Cannibal Corpse . I’d have to say that the magic show wasn’t nearly as loud as the “music” played at Marukan’s “concert”, but it was far more entertaining and there were fewer puking audience members.

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4 responses to “Merlin sends in his trained flatulence to scout the room…

  1. I would have enjoyed the magic show a whole lot more if I hadn’t been terrified the entire time, lest I would be forced to join in one of the illusions.

    Not so terrified, mind, that I wasn’t able to spot the deception involved in the sawing-the-Hungarian-woman-in-half trick; it was immediately obvious that the pantyhosed feet sticking out of the bottom of the box were not the same pantyhosed feet on which Madame What’s-er-name had been bouncing around on stage before climbing into the box….

  2. BRIAN! Damn… you just gave it away… *sigh*

  3. The feet were real, the legs were fake.

  4. The feet were real, the legs were fake.

    I could be a magician’s assistant; I have real feet….with real fishnets!

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