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.
Can't believe you did't mention that the beer cans in the pool were the result of shot-gunning beers in our thirties.
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