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Mike_25
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The things fish say at the table never cease to entertain. “That’s the bad beat of the century!” they shout, any time the river hurts them. Like their losing hand deserved any better.
“He bluffed at me with nothing!” No, pal, he called you with a strong made hand. Get it right. This ain’t Hollywood.
Or the old classic, “I had the best hand. How did I lose?” Translation: I believed my delusion so hard my blind veterans discounts just kicked in.
The fish always know their hand is the nuts, till it ain’t. The games would close up shop without them. Their stacks may dwindle but their excuses never run dry.
The donkeys keep the wheels spinning though. I’ll chuckle at their complaints all night if it means today’s winnings find another home. Their bad beats make for my sweetest stories once I’m kicking back with a cold one. The fish keep things interesting, even when they ain’t.
That’s poker, baby. Somebody’s gotta lose. Might as well be the chumps.
“He bluffed at me with nothing!” No, pal, he called you with a strong made hand. Get it right. This ain’t Hollywood.
Or the old classic, “I had the best hand. How did I lose?” Translation: I believed my delusion so hard my blind veterans discounts just kicked in.
The fish always know their hand is the nuts, till it ain’t. The games would close up shop without them. Their stacks may dwindle but their excuses never run dry.
The donkeys keep the wheels spinning though. I’ll chuckle at their complaints all night if it means today’s winnings find another home. Their bad beats make for my sweetest stories once I’m kicking back with a cold one. The fish keep things interesting, even when they ain’t.
That’s poker, baby. Somebody’s gotta lose. Might as well be the chumps.