Last night I returned to the batface homegame after a three-week hiatus. In no particular order, I was sucked out on, drawn out on, donkeyed, uber-donkeyed (yes, that's you, Zach), condescended to and punched in the face by Shane. To cap the evening, I flopped the nuts from the small blind holding 86o (flop of 8-8-6), bet six cents into a $15 pot, and all 87 people folded. Maybe I should remember to never play at Shane's. Oh well, at least I threw several beer cans in his pool that he won't find for days.Unknown factoid until last night: Shane, as big an idiot as he is, can actually play the drums pretty well. Odd.
2 comments:
Can't believe you did't mention that the beer cans in the pool were the result of shot-gunning beers in our thirties.
Great site loved it alot, will come back and visit again.
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