Re: My 1st 2+2 FT SWEAT
My version of this story is somewhat different. I had seen Bond on two occasions where he walked up, totally ignored my presence and interrupted my conversations with friends and dragged them off to dinner without even a hello. Then the proper introduction came the night he drank 16 beers at a $1 beer night, where he stumbled across the poker room and incoherently mumbled something along the lines of fire, moth and women and rushed off to play 30/60 Limit. The next time I saw him, he was drunk again (no surprise there), I got hustled into what I thought was a +EV game of pool because of the state of his drunkenness. Little did I know what I was getting my self into, and til this day I keep getting hustled and having to pay for dinner.
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09-12-2007, 03:50 AM
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