Last night, before the final table of the PS $215, Lee Jones dealt me Rules of the Game and a photo of Mike Sexton massaging his left nipple. I got busted by an Internet pro with severe combined immunodeficiency who had to roll to the kitchen in a rush before the toaster oven burned his Hot Pocket, so HE LET HIS DOG PLAY 72o. HOW THE GODDAM HELL DOES A DOG FLOP A STRAIGHT WITH 72o?!!! And then afterwards the dog has the audacity to paw, "Well, they were suited." NO THEY WEREN'T, YOU COLOR-BLIND BITCH.
Fuck Lee Jones! :)
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DEAR EVERYONE UNDER 21. THESE ARE SMILEY FACES (AND FROWNY FACES). THEY USED TO EXIST BEFORE AIM HAD SMILEY GRAPHICS (AND FROWNY GRAPHICS). IN 1998, WE LIVED LIKE BARBARIANS. SO STOP WHINING WHNE YOUR EMAIL TAKES 15 MINUTES TO REACH YOUR FRIEND, WHO PROBABLY DOESN'T EVEN LIKE YOU BECAUSE YOU LIVE IN A BUBBLE, AND YOUR BUBBLE DOESN'T HAVE WIRELESS.
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