Dear B&M Douchebags, (beef thread, add yours)

[uncleshady]

Dear Jackoff in the Steelers Shirt,

Go [censored] yourself, seriously. You win a big pot and then get this smarmy attitude like you are some poker king. I call you out on this and you proceed to go on life tilt and lose your stack. We laugh as you win a 600 pot, and then go on tilt. Retard, get a helmet.

Dear Hyper-Aggro 2-5 AssMaster,

We get it. You understand pot odds. Thats so awesome. We also get the fact you are always right, you totally bet enough to shut out that fish's draw. But ZOMG like mana from heaven, the fish sucks out on you anyhow. You are so awesome when you pot every street because 1-2 is too small stakes for you and we just come over the top with a pair because that's all it takes to beat you.

Dear Dumb Old Bastard Who Wont Chop,

You can die, really.


Dear Frist,

This is all your fault. I hate you.



Love,

Shady