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I relayed a comical poker antidote about the rap singer, Macklemore, and you took it up on yourself to insist me? For what? To make your own self head steam greater? Some people. SNH

In my story, he hit on each of the poker tens he split, so BigJoshy is correct.

No, his name was Macklemore the magician.

You play poker at a table, my man. Not on a piece of thread! Maybe in the Caribbean, I guess, but I’ve never played poker up there.

I think you misunderstood me, 2fast2war. I was talking about poker in my post.

It was Macklemore. Macklemore the rap singer.

We were playing poker in my story. I’ve never played blackjack and don’t know much about it.

Calling him a jabroni all you want—at least he’s a professional! He’d never split tens when the dealer is showing a bust card.

That’s the thing about poker—it’s a game of chance. Sometimes the cards make no sense and you bust ten hands in a row.

I’m pretty sure, Bulldog. I’ve played every kind of poker there is. Hold ‘Em. Mexican Stud. The other one with the seven cards. I’ve played them all.

I like the way you play, Joey. Spoken like a true poker pro.

I’ll have you know that I am very well versed on the game of poker and that this story is 103% accurate. Ask Macklemore about it. He’ll remember.

21 is the highest you can get, so even with a 20, you might not win. It’s a game of chance, as you know.

You’ve never heard of a pith boss? He’s the guy in the casino who manages the floormen who manage the dealers.

I didn’t see anyone working on the table. Don’t think the pith boss would have liked that very much, to be quite honest.

The guy in the fur coat was Macklemore the entire time!

You’re definitely not allowed to put your cellphone on the table. I was there. I know how to play poker.

I think you might be confused. It was a poker table, and there was no one calling it anything. We were just playing, as you do.

Macklemore is bad at poker.

I’m at the Venetian, playing poker with a handful of the usual types, and this scrawny guy in a fur coat walks in and sits next to me. It’s Vegas, so there are plenty of guys wearing stupid clothes, but everyone is staring at this guy. Somebody asks him what he does for a living and he says he’s an entertainer.