I was up all night playing in the 30K HORSE tourney.
I didn't win.
But I am tired. No post until after lunch.
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5 comments:
the dog is still alive isn't it? pussy.
mathbach said...
the dog is still alive isn't it?
YES
pussy.
YES AGAIN.
THE KIDS DIDN'T BUY THE "I'M TAKING THE DOG TO A FARM" SCHTICK
i dont tell them about the poker, I just tell them Im bangin your mom
Speaking of cards, I saw flick on Saturday for the first time in about three months. Our wives decided to go get some exercise together, which meant that I had the kids, so we figured that they could all hang out in Flick's newly renovated basement and play.
Because he hadn't seen me in so long, Flick decided that while he was sitting on the couch playing poker (and bitching ever time he lost a hand), he'd actually let ME control the TV. Martha Stewart don't have shit on flick when it comes to being a gracious and entertaining host.
Wow, that's not even close to being accurate.
First of all the first thing that Burt did when he walked in was take out HIS laptop. I just reciprocated.
Then I had the remote until he whined and bellyached so much about whatever I wanted to watch, that I was forced to give it up.
When then watched his choice. A PBS documentary about some old hen riding her department store bike through the countryside pontificating and reciting poetry about home much cooler it would be if people recycled more.
And WTF, I offered to let you pet my dog AND offered you a beer. What do you want a lapdance ?
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