Poker night. What a fucking disaster.
I pull up two pair 10, Q, Ace kicker. Guy pulls up pocket 6's and a 6 on the river. HE FUCKING STAYS IN WITH A DAMN PAIR OF 6's with NOTHING LOWER THAN AN 8 SHOWING, and gets it on the RIVER. DAMN.
I got a full house J, 6. Guy gets full house J, 8.
I get two pair J,Q. Guy pulls a fucking FLUSH, and on the turn he only had 3 suited and NO PAIRS. What the HELL is doing staying IN, not even bluffing??? (Answer, he kept waiting for a pair of something, holding two number cards...)
One other absolutely great hand like that, beaten every time by one card. Other than that, I get shit dealt the entire rest of the night, against hoseheads who have not enough common sense to know what the hell they have but seem to be coming up with pocket cards that end up winning. One guy stays in with pocket 2's and gets a 2 on the river. This is the same guy who bets without even looking at his cards, thinking it's intelligent play, while running his mouth all night long... Never lost anything to him, but the guy kept getting dealt fucking AMAZING hands, betting like an idiot, not even recognizing when and how he's won. Three coincidental hands like that at the end of the night and he pulls up the winner, and he wasn't even playing for cash. Damn.
I got shit all night and ended up only $3 down. I HATE nights like that, where you play almost everything right and the luck of the deal bends you over and rams it in. Isn't that the story of life???
This is one of those nights a smoke would just set things right again.
I pull up two pair 10, Q, Ace kicker. Guy pulls up pocket 6's and a 6 on the river. HE FUCKING STAYS IN WITH A DAMN PAIR OF 6's with NOTHING LOWER THAN AN 8 SHOWING, and gets it on the RIVER. DAMN.
I got a full house J, 6. Guy gets full house J, 8.
I get two pair J,Q. Guy pulls a fucking FLUSH, and on the turn he only had 3 suited and NO PAIRS. What the HELL is doing staying IN, not even bluffing??? (Answer, he kept waiting for a pair of something, holding two number cards...)
One other absolutely great hand like that, beaten every time by one card. Other than that, I get shit dealt the entire rest of the night, against hoseheads who have not enough common sense to know what the hell they have but seem to be coming up with pocket cards that end up winning. One guy stays in with pocket 2's and gets a 2 on the river. This is the same guy who bets without even looking at his cards, thinking it's intelligent play, while running his mouth all night long... Never lost anything to him, but the guy kept getting dealt fucking AMAZING hands, betting like an idiot, not even recognizing when and how he's won. Three coincidental hands like that at the end of the night and he pulls up the winner, and he wasn't even playing for cash. Damn.
I got shit all night and ended up only $3 down. I HATE nights like that, where you play almost everything right and the luck of the deal bends you over and rams it in. Isn't that the story of life???
This is one of those nights a smoke would just set things right again.
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As for the art night thing...I can't draw worth a damn and am too bashful for posing, so I'll leave that to Debra who is both an artist and has modelled for such things before.