We've all got our favorite dreaded dealer. You know, the one that consistently manages to fuck up a good session. Mine is Chris, a pimply-faced youngish-looking lad who, without fail, sends me packing every time he sits in the box.
Now despite his horrific track record, I always think that this time will be different and never bother to leave the table when he shows his ugly face. "Give the cunt a chance, this can't last forever," I say to myself.
So once again tonight, not 5 minutes after he starts dealing, the prick conjures up a queen-high flop which is enough to get my AQ felted by a set of 5's.
You would think I'd learn by now.
Sunday, January 06, 2013
Chris the #@!%
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7 comments:
I like your use of the word conjure
Have you tried flipping Chris a redbird at the start of the session to get some good juju going?
Learn to play? It's not Chris's fault you went broke on tptk.
P.S. Luv Ya!
@grouchie : Thank you.
@lightning : If Chris were ever to be on the receiving end of one of my redbirds, it would have to be surgically extricated from his upper rectum.
@SirFWALGMan : How ya doin'?
Chris is NOT a cunt. He is a fu**ing cunt.
Doing alright bro... trying to deal with my issues... working somewhat.
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