Lordy, I was in a foul mood yesterday. It actually started the day before, when I had a flat tire downtown. I love changing a tire on a busy street. Of course it had to happen. Some guy had to yell, “Nice car, fag” out his window.
He rolled his window up pretty quick when I bounced my spare off his door.
That left me in a rather snarly mood, which persisted…
But last night I played poker, and gambling makes everything better. I could only dredge up three goddamn people to play, do to a large number of last minute cancellations and no-shows, but I hope to make poker night a regular fixture…
awwwww…
poker. you play that with cards, right?
Dude, you are in Wyoming. Unless you have your wifebeater or plaid Willie Nelson shirt on, everyone’s gonna think you’re gay. Next time, try showing some MORE buttcrack and less fashion sense and you will be accepted by your peers. Remember, conformity is another way of getting along!
hey,
i’m always down for a game of poker if you ever need another player.