When that ace came off on fourth street, he played with his chips.

Let's take a second to talk about tiny lil' azn girls in porn. You know when they sneeze and they get mucus all over the elephant's penis, and then the necromancer comes out and casts Unmerciful Bloodlust on your entire party? And then your video card overheats and your roommate comes in and tells you about his blog and asks you to crosslink him, and you're sighboxin' everywhere and wondering why no one has posted any comments on your recently posted Facebook album? Yeah, me neither.

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Meh, I never was very good at mad libs (Shoulda picked watermelon instead of necromancer, ldo, what was I thinking?....). Anyways, short update: poker-wise, June sucked so hard that my computer chair got stuck up my ass. Even so, still a pretty solid month and a lot of knowledge acquired. Perhaps I will finally level up and be able to teleport to and from Quizno's. Life-wise, the weather has been shitty, but overall, everything seems to be okay. I'm probably gonna buy some new shit since I withdrew some monetary funds from Stars a week or so ago. Maybe I'll buy an Ovechkin jersey like I've always wanted.


I've decided that this blog is not personal enough. So, next update, I'm gonna post pictures of me from eight different angles, and I'll put up home videos of me and my friends.

Oh wait, no I'm not, fuckers. Why would I do that?


Yeah, that's right, reader, take that verbal abuse.

Anyways, I'll update this week with some baller-ass anecdotes and maybe some other shit like some replayed hands. Pop me with some feedback to let me know what you want to see.

That's a little ghetto gospel for you.