Friends of our Fathers
In AC, playing $1/$2 NL as I type. Got here Sun afternoon, played a coupla hours at Harrah's (http://twitter.com/HarrahsPoker). Floor person put me in the eight, nine was open, too. Grabbed some chips at the window and I didn't have 'em out the rack before my tool-dar pinged. Douchenozzle in the five with a fauxhawk was beligerant drunk and dying for attention.
Every word out of this guy's mouth was directed at the TV cameras, and most were disrespectful and borderline rule breaking.
Wasn't long before the nine was filled and the seven got a new face. Toolbox noticed, wondered where half the table went.
"They probably got tired of your mouth."
That didn't shut him up for long, but did elicit a couple laughs from fellow tablemates. Old man in the seven made a comment, kid started cutting into him. Not only did the guy just sit down, he hadn't even been dealt in yet and this kid was after him.
He eventually attacked his age, and he said, "What are you, friends with my father?"
I immediately came back with, "No, but he knows your mother pretty well, if ya know what I mean..."
Now, that... that shut him up.
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Here is an occasion where a Momma joke was used for the good of humanity. I'm proud of you :). I'm pretty sure that God hates fauxhawks, too, and, therefore, will provide like 5 EXTRA virgins for you in the eternal hereafter on the strength of that one. That's if you're Muslim. If not, He'll make sure you're not giving head for homemade wine in the next life.
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