Ohhhhh, I'm so bad!!! If you don't get the double entendre in the above, get someone with a few more brain cells and and IQ over 70 to explain it to you.
Played a great game of poker last night. Seven guys around a table, playing Texas Hold 'Em. None of this namby-pamby dealer call BS where you could end up playing damn near anything with nearly every stinkin' card wild... NOPE. This was straight-up hard-core poker. Real man's poker.
And don't any of the ladies start griping 'cause we didn't let you play. That would be grossly unfair, inviting you to a game. 'Cause you'd take all our money....
Plus, we couldn't just be men. We couldn't fart or belch when we wanted without you griping. God decreed that there are certain times when men could be in a group of other men and act like the animals they are. He named these two, and only two, times poker night and deer camp. It is written in the Bible (it is, trust me, look it up in Deutorexogenesis) that the sanctity of poker night or deer camp should not be defiled by the presence of the fairer sex. And any man that dareth to break this sanctum of manhood should henceforth be banished and labeled with the title and branded with it's initials - PW.
Of course, to deny the allure of the feminine wiles and turn a deaf ear to the incessant begging to be included in either poker night or deer camp gets you branded with the initials NGA......
And once again, if you don't get the initials, please refer back to the first paragraph of this post.
And label yourself TSTL...
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