One of the functions of this blog is to act as my personal safety valve. Ever since that apelike simian, Simon, set foot in the Venetian, he has dealt me a continuous stream of coolers, bad beats, crappy cards, and missed flops. It is wickedly uncanny and no dealer even comes close. This stuttering baboon has cost me thousands of dollars. Variance, it would seem, has long since been replaced by voodoo.
Tonight was no exception. Well, fuck you Simon and the evolutionary chain you rode in on.
2 comments:
If you can't say fuck you on your own blog, then what can you do?
lmfao!!!
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