
I don't know why, it's perfectly reasonable for a grown man to sport such cool casual wear and have a bust of the webbed crusader burned into his flesh by a Maori tattooist.

In fact, I'm in such a good mood I didn't even wave my fist at the kid who throw a tennis ball at my car this afternoon. Weird no? Perhaps I've just had a nasty dream and it's embers are still glowing somewhere in what passes for my subconscious, oui? Or I've bonded with a symbiote like in Spider-man 3 and I'm about to go bandy? Oh, I hope it's that.
Anyway, what I really wanted to discuss this evening is my progress with Omaha. I've been learning you see and if the truth be told I'm making hard work of it. I have 17 days until the GUKPT £250 PLO freeze-out and quite frankly I'm not ready. I've been reading a book written (so it says on the cover) by Sammy Farha..they say he's one of the best, but his style on first appearance, unlike his jewellery, looks to be expensive.

So, anyway...I've figured out that Aces can be expensive and wraps are good..which is nice cause those are my favourite kind of sandwich. I'm joking of course, I now understand the game inside out and can play every hand blind, but I'm gonna play up to my 'tourist in Vegas' table image before releasing the venom within my game and having everyones chips away. I plan to buy some shiny suits and a cool pair of Spider-man pajamas with my profits.
Aha-Ah-ahahahahahahaahahahahaha
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