I have had quite a nice run lately and I'm back at the point where I can comfortably sit at almost any table I want to. So it's time to take a break and enter into a game I know I surely will have no success in. Not because I'm a chump and don't know the math. It's a freeroll 8000 player game where only the top 64 get the prize - advance to the money round.
My oh my. This has never happened before. 5 positions on the first table played like turtles on Valium. Becky Palmer was the only one that generated anything resembling real human life. The problem with the Becker is that despite nobody responding to her witty comments like "lol", she kept at it. Time to try and take the torch and win where she failed.
In addition to my superhuman powers of observation and patience, I have also been cursed with a warped sense of humor. Love or hate the jokes, just like "My bike is red." they should elicit a response from a group of "people" sitting at a poker table. But, being unpredictable and sitting at a game PokerStars wasn't prepared for, I guess they missed putting a real human cornerback on the wide receiver.
"Dam river" (you can't say damn it wil be ****ed out) met my response about hydroelectric power. Not a peep from anyone, including Becker. I was moved to a another table. For Noemi's benefit I post something about despite all the nominations there is still Noemi.
Me and my crack team of jokers (me, the dog and Jarah) thought both of those were pretty funny and worthy of at least one "lol" between the two of them. After a huge giggle fit (enhanced by my toe tickling) Jarah donned her scarf and scarfed down some Ben and Jerry's. We played Twister after that. The dog won, but I swear he cheated.
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