Texas Hold 'er Down

After a road-trip to Vegas, it has been universally declared by the residents of Nevada that I am no longer allowed to gamble. Under the blonde hair and girlish demeanour, lies a slot machine tugging whore who can only count up to twenty-one, whose aces are always high and whose dice fly across tables whilst the other hand cradles a vodka-tonic and swears like a trooper.

I blame poker. What started as a harmless hand turned into a war of the worlds where first my money, then my dog, and finally my dignity were all bet, and lost. In what I can only assume was a strange twist of fate, my clothes remained on my body.

So when I failed to qualify for the World Series of Poker Europe main event this Saturday, I was disappointed. After an ill advised all-in, I also crapped out of the Pokerstars European Poker Tour. So I am already trying to figure out a way to sneak into Virgin’s Poker Festival this weekend. I plan on using the wii bowling as a smoke screen. Watch out for the wily blonde with no morals. Hi.

by MaM

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