Then, one terrible day, old Sausage Fingers got an inkling to shit in my cereal and she up and dumped the dice jar into a white box (probably couldn't fit her fat sausage fingers in the jar) and tried to sell 'em. She also dissed the collection of Rubik's Cubes, Magic 8-balls, and some other good bits.
Luckily, Top Cat spotted my dice and salvaged what he could. So I just packed-up all my hoarded treasure and brought it home. I'm happy to say the dice jar lives on back at Junk Pirate headquarters.
The Dice Jar stays... you go!
and here is a bonus look at some vintage dice jar action:
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