My latest posts have been focused on how Full Tilt continues to produce registration screens that abound in a single player that registers for multiple tables that won't be polluted (was gonna say populated, but polluted seems like a much better description.) Last I checked, I am a real person. Did it again. I have a pulse. And I'm still interested in yanking the lumber to Asian Hotties. This is also a sign that I'm not ready to punch the time clock one last time.
Exceedingly bored and jacked up on a sugar high from way too much Ben and Jerry's Stormy (not her real name, we have it on record that it's Stormiata and she's been running guns for the Russian Mafia for the past seven years.)
I warned you about the bullshit registration. I took a week off nursing the sick dog and you still offer bullshit tables.
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