Hammared +poker = Be my friend

[Dangeresque]

I turn over those sick rivers, deal you horrible coolers, grin because you are a cheap sumbitch when you get those coolers and believe that coolers go to those who tip less more often. I also think you people are a bunch of drunk rubes who tip too often...

[/BS] Been dieting to win weight prop bet (Dangeresque=fatass) and am cashing in excess calories. Also, pit boss with bad dyejob pulled me off blackjack today and told me to deal poker, cuz other douche wouldn't call houseman when he buggered up royal (Was trained, long fuggin' story) Anyway... wow, wish I were playing most of my customers instead of dealing to them... we should simply have the Shining Time STATION theme playing on single track repeat in there, and apparently, this is one of the tighter rooms. "Five players." Says the dealer in noting the 'tight game' at it's tightest. (Pshhhhh Ed Miller.)

Admittedly I froze like a deer in the headlights when I realized we had 6 to the flop for 6, not 5. ($1.50 rake, but 6 carryover = crap my nervous pants time.)

Mmmmmm... 7 shots o' vodka = me drunk and want to 1000th post on this damn pokah forum now... ask any fecktarded questions you may ask of casino dealers; poker dealers. (Wow, it's surreal typing that.) G'wan. Also, 8 shots (7 pussy discharge + Prairie fire) level of drunkenness.

[x] Sees this ending like one of those Doctor Who eps where nobody recognizes the villain.