I am getting my haircut this weekend. I came home last week and my son had a nice clipper job done on his head. He was so excited about it he was like,"DADDY!DADDY!LOOK AT MY HAIR!YOU GET ONE TOO! WE CAN BE TWINS!". So I will be shaving my head down this Saturday with the lad. He is going to be a big boy and go in and tell the "Hair Stylelist" to "Make him look like me".
On to poker. First off I will say that I have a new rule. No drinking in Vegas. I am too much of a light weight and all of my bad habits come out when I drink. Besides being totally obnoxious I tend to become a push-monkey, even more so than usual. I hooked up with the Bloggers on a cash table and three beers later I was down four buyins. It was a combination of bad plays and worse suckouts. I got my money in ahead with two buyins and behind with the other two. Donations were made to Joe "Ten High" Speaker, Iggy, Veneno, Mookie, Jopker, and even a non-blogger. I do not think I gave Carmen anything.. sorry baby, next time. God I play bad when I drink. Even worse than usual.
I never used to be a lightweight in the drinking department. I mean I was never an AlCantHang or Iggy. Those boys are in a league of their own. However I could handle my drink. A few years back I went to get myself checked out for health insurance. Now these bastards are just looking for excuses to charge you more. So I took all the stinking tests they had and sure enough they come back and say my liver enzymes are out of wack. It could be cancer. I guess that explained why for a while even a sip of beer would turn me bright red and any more made it hard to breath. The insurance company decided to charge me double for my policy. I went through all of the test and admittedly was a little worried that I might be in for a world of pain. My bad luck held up though and instead of dieing I was diagnosed with - get this people - FATTY LIVER. Yup. This little poker porker has eaten his way to a fatty liver. Now you can not make your liver do situps to cure this.. I suppose if I change my diet it might help, but man Bacon and Waffles go together so well. So today I woke up almost puking after only three beers and am only now feeling better.
One last thing. Unless I can get a substitute for the DADI tonight I will have to withdraw from the last longer. Sorry Jordon. Some little rodent named Hoyazo has some bar mitzvah to go to or something. Bastaaad! Your just going to have to enjoy knocking me out yourself brotha. Speaking of Jordon why is he the last blogger to review Superman? Does he not have that gay [s] on his avatar? What kind of stuperman are you? Jeeeezzzzz. Moron.
Anyway as you can tell my hangover has me in a great mood. So catch you all tonight.