Excellent Gambling/Las Vegas Writing
 

Pauly at www.taopoker.blogspot.com has the best writing on Las Vegas and the World Series in his current essay on your computer if you love great writing. Jack Kerouac and Hunter Thompson are smiling down. We are going to be hearing a lot more about Pauly.

Johnny Hughes

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Those disease-infested tramps drenched in poorly cloned perfume to hide the smell of [censored] on their breaths, hope to lure in the sexually depraved internet pros who have not seen daylight let alone the inside of a vagina since 2004 as they shuffle past the geriatric zombies glued to the Wheel of Fortune slot machines as their orange eyeballs radiate sloth, greed, wrath, pride, gluttony, lust, and pride and suck the life out of anyone who walks within five feet radius of their tortured karmas.

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Poetry

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I agree. Pauly has some great daily recaps sprinkled with interesting stories. Who else gives you a daily "Last 5 Pros I Pissed Next to..."?

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that was excellent...i don't remember enjoying anything Pauly wrote as much before.

very fun read.

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Always a good read.

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I have been following the World Series of Poker on Pauly's site. He is not a big fan of the Black Tent around the final table. Even though there have been a few minor glitches and controversies, I predict this will be the biggest and best World Series. The strong dominence by the amazing twentysomethings continues. Poker is still growing. There should be an explosion of new home games all around the country. Hooray for your houseman!

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All you can eat buffets is on everyone's To Do list while they stuff their faces with lukewarm fried chicken and ignore the simple fact that millions of others in our world are dying of starvation with flies crash landing on their swollen protruding bellies as the vultures of death circle around ready to tear apart the thin layer of muscle and skin that wrap around our fellow humans and with every extra plate of pasta or every scoop of ice cream we step closer and closer towards Hell's front door where hustlers named Zed hang out and try to steal every single dollar out of your pocket and rob you of every ounce of dignity in your brainwashed body because you firmly believe that anything that happens in Vegas stays in Vegas but those credit card bills don't stay in Vegas and come to your mailbox, just like how that itchy case of the crabs you picked up from the cocktail waitress at the Nascar Cafe in the Sahara follows you back home to Philly where you have to explain to your six-month pregnant wife why you have to shave your pubic hair and apply ointment to your hair-less balls three times a day because you got drank too much tequila and knocked boots with a Las Vegas cocktail server who stole your cellphone, two credit cards, and all of your black Bellagio chips as she quickly donked off your money at the Money Wheel and sold the numbers to your American Express card to an Al-Qaeda operative scouting out the best possible method to blow up the Hoover Dam to a million pieces while he lives high off the hog, ignoring all of Allah's special rules regarding women and pork and he forgot about 72 virgins because even deep cover Al-Qaeda cells can't ignoring all those hot chippies standing in line waiting to get into Tao, instead of planting IED on highways outside of Baghdad and trying to blow limbs off of 19 year old kids who wish they were back home playing online poker and trying to win satellite on PokerStars and snagging a WSOP bracelet in a 3,000 person event playing donkey poker and winning forty-seven coinflips in a row which means more money to buy more lapdances and until they are so broke that hey have to sneak onto the Monorail to get back to their hotel, if management hasn't thrown them out yet and rented their room a couple of German honeymooners named Karl and Freda.

read 4 x, its 1 perfect sentance

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gaaaaaaaaaaaah going throught that diarrhea of words is like a coke binge in written form

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