Jarah and I watched the South Park episode about Somalian Pirates this morning. Timely and funny. These guys are geniuses. She wanted to know why msg would possibly call an all in bet with a straight on lowball.
I had to splain to her, "Honey(not Hun) that this is internet poker, not real poker. A different set of rules apply."
I continued, "The stuffed goose and the melons and the swivel chair aren't important right now. Please let me be while I focus on my game."
After two hours of pouting and when I woke up from my nap Jarah was still in a tizzy about this. I made the mistake of calling her Jarhead. Ouch, sleeping on the couch next week.
I tried to make it up to her by playing blackjack on UB. After two successful tourneys I called Expedia and plunked down my winnings on a fun trip to Somalia. "Tell me mom to bring a tissue cause I'm going to Mogadeshu(sp?)
Somalian pirates HATE internet poker. There all about real things gained like crew member watches and ransom and stupid shit like that. What? No free money poker chips? Dudes, all you need is a computer and you can extract all kinds of money from the clueless US citizens.
Well, that's the sort of blinkered Philistine pig ignorance I've come to expect from internet poker. You sit there on there loathsome spotty behinds squeezing blackheads, not caring a tinkers cuss. You excrement. You whining hypocritcal toadies with you Tony Jackman golf clubs....
Play to win. Don't play to make me lose. Betcha can't do it.
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