|I know how you feel, my brother|
I was going over some old posts recently and I happened on a post that indicated I would tell you about my attempts to parlay a small amount of money into a larger one on one of the few online sites where I was allowed to play. Sorry to keep you in the dark but - and I know this will come as a galloping shock to you - I busted out fairly soon after my hubristic predictions of success. I wish at this late date I could remember the details but I don't. I don't recall a horrific bad beat so I'm guessing what took me down was either lack of cards or lack of talent. It's 6:5 and pick 'em as to which it was.
|If ever there were a picture that didn't need a caption, c'est ceci.|
I received my first defeat in Scrabble in months today, at the hands of my idiot stupidhead fucktard dinkus genius brother (who else?). However in my defense I called bullshit on the game twice, both times obviously in Hrothgar's favor. First it wouldn't let me play "Soapdish," which would have netted me roughly a billion points, for playing on a double word score and emptying my tray. Then it allowed Ross to play "Chevy," which I guess it allowed because it should have been double-dinged, once for being a brand name, another for being a proper name. Those fuckers. I hate Chevy cars too. So there, you dickbags.
And finally your weekend chuckle: Do a google image search for "slutty around the edges" and check out the first picture of a girl that you see.
Happy Sunday all! F-O-O-T-B-A-L-L- goooooooooooo FOOTBALL!!
Auf Wieder Sehen.