A Xenu tatoo would go a long way for making me believe that this is for real. I asked Lucy to get one, but she's way too embarrassed to be involved with something as fradulent as Scientology. Fortunately for me since our strip internet poker session. Lucy does stupid shit like call with the worst hand in internet poker- a pair of kings.
And she has the audacity to believe that a real person would log in to a poker site, register for a lowball game and watch jackwipes play like high hand wins. I hate her for this, but watching the Ben and Jerry's slip off her mouth makes me think- wow- That could have been my cream!
Enough vulgarity. Let's think about this. You're allegedly a real person and you are maybe bluffing with crap. And another alleged person with crap calls and or raises you? Do you do the honorable fold, or do you reraise and hope they fold?
Me and my crack team of getting stastically crappy cards (me and the dog) think things might just a wee tad rigged. And get this- the dog (through his dolphin translator) suggests that I've painted a big bullseye on myself.
I did. And I love it.
Fuck you Dorphin! Fuck you whare!
Intelnet pokel sucks. South Palk rures.
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