This weekend had stages:
Stage 1: POKER
Ducked out of it. Had reasonable reasons (far afield, stuck until 4-5 A.M if I was knocked out early, felt the same way I did before the WSOP Seat final on Pokerpages - was really amped during the week, day hit and felt nonchalant and dumped within the hour after playing spectacular to qualify - and desire for Stage 2) so I acted upon them. The Hindu Cow wasn't pleased but he knows that's the thing with me - if I have founded doubts I don't commit. Then I told him his chances of winning the thing rose bigtime because I wasn't there (there were three favourites me, him and his progeny Sam) - which pleased him major. He finished second. Sam didn't make it to the final seat. My scheduled replacement got stoned so a rookie who'd only been playing for 2 weeks got the seat and finished nowhere.
The lesson: Go, dominate and win next time - 3 months away. I'm counting the days.
STAGE 2: THE DRAFT.
I wanted Mike Williams - as did most Bears fans. We got Cedric Benson. Wasn't that pleased. Then I did some reading...
Reaction: Holy living fuck - he's going to be a monster!
Then we drafted Bradley in Round 2. No I found this out by watching the live draft feed from the ESPN. On this live draft feed there was film of him.
Reaction: Holy cocksucking Christ - this guy's going to be the sickest WR since Gault.
Mike Williams? Who? That guy in Detroit? Which girl there's going to feed the sisters? Is the girl going ot get any time to feed the sisters? Nope - Benson keeps them off the field. Urlacher & the soldiers do the rest.
Roll the fuck on September.
Stage 3: THE GRAND PRIX
Michael Schumacher. What a legend. He starts 13th. Stuck behind traffic and doing nothing. Then the pit stops start. Cars pull in, he keeps going - driving like a freak. Result: he goes from 12th to 3rd. Pulls a sick move on Button to get second. He's on Alonso's arse for the last 7-8 laps like shit on a blanket. He's probing, psyching, juking around to get past with 5 laps left... then ITV decides to take a commerical break - the corporate shit-feeding, dust-sucking fuck-witted money whores that they are skip 4 laps of the most exciting F1 duel since Senna-Mansell in Monaco in '92 to sell us shit. The dumb bastard who decided this stroke of audience-loving genius is firmly entrenched on my shitlist and isn't getting off until his testicles rot... we're back on the last lap and Alonso manages to hold on - all the bastard tension has been shot to fuck... and ITV take a break once 8th crosses the line.
This was a classic duel between the master and the upstart and was throughly diminished by a sinister retard once again confirming my opinion that ITV and ITV Sport are amatuer dickheads who aren't fit to broadcast special-Olympic bukkake much less the greatest F1 duel in 13 years.
Hmm, this has taken a tangent into the feelings reserved for the next chapter in my book. I'm ending this before I get wander into another tangent about Michael Howard and the the low-down grub's embarrassing performance vs Paxman and the total disintegration of his election campaign.
To think I thought this guy actually stood a tiny chance to become PM when the election was called. Blair has to do something spectacular (i.e. legislating for the compulsory sodomy of retard babies and so on...) to blow his third term now.
Anyway, enough bollocks. WALK!
Stage 1: POKER
Ducked out of it. Had reasonable reasons (far afield, stuck until 4-5 A.M if I was knocked out early, felt the same way I did before the WSOP Seat final on Pokerpages - was really amped during the week, day hit and felt nonchalant and dumped within the hour after playing spectacular to qualify - and desire for Stage 2) so I acted upon them. The Hindu Cow wasn't pleased but he knows that's the thing with me - if I have founded doubts I don't commit. Then I told him his chances of winning the thing rose bigtime because I wasn't there (there were three favourites me, him and his progeny Sam) - which pleased him major. He finished second. Sam didn't make it to the final seat. My scheduled replacement got stoned so a rookie who'd only been playing for 2 weeks got the seat and finished nowhere.
The lesson: Go, dominate and win next time - 3 months away. I'm counting the days.
STAGE 2: THE DRAFT.
I wanted Mike Williams - as did most Bears fans. We got Cedric Benson. Wasn't that pleased. Then I did some reading...
Reaction: Holy living fuck - he's going to be a monster!
Then we drafted Bradley in Round 2. No I found this out by watching the live draft feed from the ESPN. On this live draft feed there was film of him.
Reaction: Holy cocksucking Christ - this guy's going to be the sickest WR since Gault.
Mike Williams? Who? That guy in Detroit? Which girl there's going to feed the sisters? Is the girl going ot get any time to feed the sisters? Nope - Benson keeps them off the field. Urlacher & the soldiers do the rest.
Roll the fuck on September.
Stage 3: THE GRAND PRIX
Michael Schumacher. What a legend. He starts 13th. Stuck behind traffic and doing nothing. Then the pit stops start. Cars pull in, he keeps going - driving like a freak. Result: he goes from 12th to 3rd. Pulls a sick move on Button to get second. He's on Alonso's arse for the last 7-8 laps like shit on a blanket. He's probing, psyching, juking around to get past with 5 laps left... then ITV decides to take a commerical break - the corporate shit-feeding, dust-sucking fuck-witted money whores that they are skip 4 laps of the most exciting F1 duel since Senna-Mansell in Monaco in '92 to sell us shit. The dumb bastard who decided this stroke of audience-loving genius is firmly entrenched on my shitlist and isn't getting off until his testicles rot... we're back on the last lap and Alonso manages to hold on - all the bastard tension has been shot to fuck... and ITV take a break once 8th crosses the line.
This was a classic duel between the master and the upstart and was throughly diminished by a sinister retard once again confirming my opinion that ITV and ITV Sport are amatuer dickheads who aren't fit to broadcast special-Olympic bukkake much less the greatest F1 duel in 13 years.
Hmm, this has taken a tangent into the feelings reserved for the next chapter in my book. I'm ending this before I get wander into another tangent about Michael Howard and the the low-down grub's embarrassing performance vs Paxman and the total disintegration of his election campaign.
To think I thought this guy actually stood a tiny chance to become PM when the election was called. Blair has to do something spectacular (i.e. legislating for the compulsory sodomy of retard babies and so on...) to blow his third term now.
Anyway, enough bollocks. WALK!
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Now, that whole Blair must .... was entirely unnecessary, and completely appreciated!
Sounds like a fun weekend!
oh yeah..whats better than winning the special olympics?............................................................................................................not being in them!