This is going to come out as all kinds of fucked--partially because I'm still hungover from Monday Night Football, and partially because it is, indeed, fucked up--but, I love poker!
Yes, I do. I know what you're saying, though. You're saying, "wha-wha-whaaaaaaaaaaaaa?"
And you'd be right. It's not like me at all to extol about the beauty of a game that has depressed more people than Debbie Downer. I am, though.
I've been playing plenty of poker, just not necessarily online. A little, yeah, but mostly at my very own home game. The main reason I can say nary a bad word about poker is because I fleeced my friends for 10+ buy-ins a few weeks back. That helps. You'd be lying if you said that wouldn't make you happy, too. A thief and a liar.
But it also seems that the game is picking back up in the area, and I've started adding people to a list of people that I can invite on any given Friday night, and that helps. It's always been so tough to get any kind of game going in the past, so much so that I just gave up on trying.
Now that I've stated, on the internet no less, that I host a home game, the MPD will bust it because we're dropping Hamiltons like we're Aaron Burr.
Sorry, that's so stupid that I can do nothing but laugh.
And the best thing about all this? Even with years and years worth of poker knowledge readily available online, bad players still abound. It's comical, really.
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In other news, I haven't brewed since late May, mostly due to certain things that my apartment lacks, like a stove with the ability to boil 5 gallons of wort. That makes me said.
Fret not, concerned reader, because I think I finally figured out a way to make it all work. Hopefully I'll ramp up my brewing again this weekend with a recipe I've never tried brewing before--a bourbon vanilla imperial porter.
You just said yum-o, and I'm not going to hold that against you.
Also, I'd like to buy a keg of Sierra Nevada Celebration when it comes out. If any of you have a hook up of any kind? That would be awesome.
Damn, no wonder why my liver hurts constantly.
Yes, I do. I know what you're saying, though. You're saying, "wha-wha-whaaaaaaaaaaaaa?"
And you'd be right. It's not like me at all to extol about the beauty of a game that has depressed more people than Debbie Downer. I am, though.
I've been playing plenty of poker, just not necessarily online. A little, yeah, but mostly at my very own home game. The main reason I can say nary a bad word about poker is because I fleeced my friends for 10+ buy-ins a few weeks back. That helps. You'd be lying if you said that wouldn't make you happy, too. A thief and a liar.
But it also seems that the game is picking back up in the area, and I've started adding people to a list of people that I can invite on any given Friday night, and that helps. It's always been so tough to get any kind of game going in the past, so much so that I just gave up on trying.
Now that I've stated, on the internet no less, that I host a home game, the MPD will bust it because we're dropping Hamiltons like we're Aaron Burr.
Sorry, that's so stupid that I can do nothing but laugh.
And the best thing about all this? Even with years and years worth of poker knowledge readily available online, bad players still abound. It's comical, really.
********************
In other news, I haven't brewed since late May, mostly due to certain things that my apartment lacks, like a stove with the ability to boil 5 gallons of wort. That makes me said.
Fret not, concerned reader, because I think I finally figured out a way to make it all work. Hopefully I'll ramp up my brewing again this weekend with a recipe I've never tried brewing before--a bourbon vanilla imperial porter.
You just said yum-o, and I'm not going to hold that against you.
Also, I'd like to buy a keg of Sierra Nevada Celebration when it comes out. If any of you have a hook up of any kind? That would be awesome.
Damn, no wonder why my liver hurts constantly.
