Once upon a time there where a bluffer was sitting beside me and was annoying. I had to call him because he was frustrating me. He also eyed my stack while smoking a fat cigar, could not stand the smoke so I threw my chips because I just quit smoking and the smell sickened me, and my eyes all blurry. I put on my glasses only to see that i had been dealt pocket Aces! Great, now i raise big, then i accidentally fold out, and stand, curse words spilling.

"I'll never play poker again". But i am a gambler, it runs in the family and we are all addicted. My grandma love bingo, and that i'll never understand. But grandma gives me money, i tell her not to, but do i refuse it? No, ill take it gladly, and all becuase of that i will always love her, we have a special bond that will never be broken.

My big pepsi split all over my brand new pants. So I left the casino, walked straight past the hookers who thought i'd wet myself. Now under the shade tree, I sit and watch the drunks walk aimlessly by.

I'm Hearing voices in my head, the chocolate is mouldy..but I traded the chocolate for the chips i threw. Now what can I eat?

Nothing at home, the computer is starting to look good. However if the phone rings I might just eat that. It doesnt taste very good. What was I thinking! So i vomit the phone back and leave the house to play some blackjack. I withdraw $2000 and head for the local mob run casino.

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