listen, here's the thing. if you can't spot the sucker in your first half-hour at the table, then you are the sucker. last night, and into the wee hours of this morning, we got our poker on. texas hold'em, no limit, high stakes poker among friends. well actually, there were some limits. lots of limits. the limits of our cash flow for instance. but we were doing the poker thing with quarters and dollars. we played for a good six or seven hours. the juice kept on flowing and the fun wouldn't quit.



the house is in absolute disarray after some alchohol on friday and some poker today, but it's a good kind of disarray. there is so much busting that goes on at a poker table. actually, if you get a couple of guys (plus a few chill girls) anywhere, there is always busting to be done. halo, poker, it's all about competition, friendly and fierce. in lieu of actually doing anything on the weekends, i think we should just do lots more poker night-ish things. we may as well spread the wealth among ourselves, as opposed to throwing it away to some random establishment.



quoting rounders is hilariously fun. we've never done poker before as a group. and now i'm sure we'll continue to set up some sort of poker event. i'm in it for the thrills of talking a lot and smacking my gums. the winning or losing is really just a bonus. of course it's nice to win, but it's far nicer to just sit there and talk shit about each other, and see how much fun you can make of everybody as you're taking their money. or losing it like i initially did.



hanging arrround, hanging arrround, kids got alligator blood, can't get rrrid of him.

maybe it'll be like the last time i stick it in you... (said while humping the air).

just like a young man in for a quickie. i feel so unsatisfied.