Sunday, November 29, 2009

There's A Word For That



Last night, for the first time in almost a month, I went to play cards. I haven't played live in almost a month. If you stop to consider how much I love to play, and more importantly that I have a backer, which means that I can never lose my own money (only win), you would have to come to the conclusion that there is something wrong with the game, if I haven't played in a month. There is. The dealers are horrendous and pay no attention to the action, on top of which they have no idea how to shuffle, cut, display the flop, or deal. The players who play at this casino are the most miserable group of miscreants in the world, mostly thugs of varying degrees. The players take money back from the pot when the dealers are distracted, which is always. They plays as teams, they talk about the hands in progress and what they folded, and have taken control of the game away from dealers. They do whatever they want and noone ever says jack shit about it. The music is not only loud but it is awful, as well. I hope for the band leaders sake that the female singer sucks dick better than she sings. Although come to think of it, she would have to. How else could he allow her to make that awful noise into a microphone if she didn't.

There is a new fashion taking place. Watches the size of motor scooter tires are now La Moda. Some of the players seemed to be taking part in an ugly watch contest. These are a few of the entries.

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