As a sort of "Fuck You" to the Frist me in the Bush while in Cheneys cartel, I decided to drop $50 into my Full Tilt account a good eight hours after Mr. Strategery signed the "Port Security Bill".
That's right. I'm a rule breaker. I'm a loner, Dottie, a rebel. Bonus points to anyone who can name that movie without the help of a search engine.
I took the $10 I left on Noble and ran it up to about $35 playing .02/.04 poker and Swanseas before getting a "You are not authorized to play this shit because they passed a bill that we're scared of disobeying..."
So, I took my ball and went home.
I cashed out and put my mad cash at Full Tilt.
It's autumn here in Horicon, and I have a constant chubby. Last night, there were cops everywhere, lights flashing, zooming around town. I thought maybe someone had been shot in a lover's quarrel, or maybe they were doing preventative terrorist training (in Horicon, WI...population 3K and some change...yeah, they'd do it).
No such luck. Instead, the cops were making sure that every man, woman, child and car were off the streets to make way for the Horicon Homecoming Parade. The parade was travelling to the football field, where the undefeated Horicon Marshmen were looking to continue their unbeaten ways.
It was pandemonium. People were taking loudly
in the streets, and...that's about it.
God, I love small towns.
The smell of dead and decaying leaves and grass in the air. Beautiful, corn-fed young men and women obsessed with nothing but winning this football game, who they may kiss after the game, and really, nothing else.
My daughter had her first play date at our
house today. It's a pretty big deal. We're outsiders, you know. To have these people trust us with their kid, when they really don't know us at all is pretty cool.
From my point of view, it was basically Lord of the Fucking Flies. My kids were all riled up because there was another kid there. Seriously, they were blowing into a fucking conch shell and everything. I had to leave to go "shop for lawnmowers".
I am loving my new job. It fucking rocks. Period.
I just played some .05/.10 with Mr. Parx
on Full Tilt and came away well over $20 in the black. Buh bah buh bah baaaaaah, I'm lovin' it.
EXTRA! EXTRA! Ick
wear panties. He told me himself while he was playing the $15K on Full Tilt.