It's true. I didn't play any cards last night. That's the first night I haven't played (when I didn't have something better to do) in a long time. It's kind of nice. Cameltoes, on the other hand, rocked at a $5/$10 table at Doyle's Room. As I told him yesterday, "At least one of us is winning."
Big R told me yesterday that he's taking Lil N to a gay-as-a-football-bat-I'm-about-to-put-a-rainbow-sticker-on-my-truck-and-start-singing-showtunes musical. Well played Big R, well played.
The girl I'm talking to via match.com just told me that she has a 1965 Mustang. It really doesn't get much cooler than that. She said that her dad runs a shop and fixes up classic cars. He's working on her mother's '57 Chevy. Wow. Gush (if I could). Big R, Lil' N, and Cameltoes know what I mean.
Well, since I'm cool like that, I'd better get on to work. Gotta save puppies and kitties.
Keep on keepin' on.
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