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On Poker leading to Cubans, and how close to sex they are... |
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So if you haven't noticed, you may have been living in a box for a while, but it seems as though Texas Hold'em has caught a high wave of popularity and is riding it for all its worth. Where did this fascination with the game come from? Hell if I know. All I know is that I found myself captivated by Bravo's Celebrity Poker Showdown last summer, and it has become another one of my lusts (I have a lot of them) ever since.
Why is it interesting to watch? I have no clue. A couple of episodes actually make for good TV (like the one with Malcolm Jamal Warner, holy crap that was a good one) but think about it. The overall content is people playing cards and Phil and David talking about their decisions. Hhwhat?
Well, I started playing this Texas Hold'em. And it's pretty fun. I enjoy it. Oftentimes I'll just sit at Perkins and play with a few friends of mine, and not even bet - just see who gets dealt the best hands. *blink blink* Yeah, I think that makes watching Celebrity Poker Showdown sound a lot more interesting. But to be fair, I have had two kickass poker nights with my pals. The first irritated me because it made me realize (or made me delude myself) that a bad poker player can really mess up a good one's game. It was still a good game, though, mostly because it let me hang out with the boys, which is one of my bigger lusts.
The second poker night? Oh sweet zombie jesus on a pogo stick how wonderful it was. Why, you ask? Did I win big money? Hell, no, darlings. I smoked my first cigar, and it was a ******** Cuban. The first puff literally went sparkle on my tongue and I instantly folded my Ace Queen offsuit just so I could enjoy it more without worrying about that pesky betting thing. (I'd have ended up getting a straight on that hand, but would have lost to a Spades flush anyway- bwahaha!).
Now, the thing here is that I'm getting close to 22, have lived around smokers for ages, and never taken a drag of anything up until this Thursday (yeah, Saint Patrick's). So think about it. My lungs got their cherry popped by a goddamn CUBAN CIGAR!!! That's like losing your virginity to James Bond, or something! How do you go to anything else? Those 59-cent cigars at the gas station that taste like grape? Cigarrettes? How can I even stand to inhale the second-hand smoke I've been used to? It's like experiencing an orgasm once and being forced to endure mere making out for the rest of your life...
Maybe I'm blowing this out of proportion, but it freaking went sparkle on my tongue. A gal doesn't feel that everyday, my friends, no she doesn't.
 Adeiras · Sun Mar 20, 2005 @ 07:27am · 0 Comments |
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