Finding out that carnival games are rigged was like learning the truth about Santa for me. We were avid carnival- and fair-goers when I was a kid (and still are, to some degree), and coming home with one of those cheapo knock-off stuffed pink panthers or tweety birds was a real achievement. It didn't happen very often, mind you, but as a kid, you thought you actually had a decent chance of beating the game. We get older, of course, and wiser in the ways of the world, and we understand that there's no way we are going to get that dime to stay on that plate. And we do our best to avoid the midway games and the temptation they offer.

Well, not anymore.

(thanks, popculturejunkmail.com)