Good Times

Does anyone remember the Hoyazo translation blog? You know the one that take his fucked up, rambling, run on sentences and turns them into short, succinct, readable passages. I think that someone should revive that.. it might go something like this..

I did not kill myself because of my horrid play in the BBT4.

Work has been busy.

Everyone told me how bad my play was in email and girlie chat. Denying my playing bad did not work in the last post. Instead I will try to justify it in this post.

After running like the lucksack I was I went card dead and it made me frustrated.

I make calls because of my brilliant ability to apply ranges to people. Calling off with top pair shit kicker is not a fish move it is my mad range ability.

I applied my awesome poker skills to actpyer who was playing like Gary and Smokee combined, AKA tight as fucking hell, to determine that his flat call on the flop and jam on the turn obviously meant he was weak even if it is the classic play with a set, and somehow, for the first time ever, I was.. *gulp* wrong?

In conclusion if you do it you are a donkey but if I do it then I have applied scientific hand range reading skills that are light years above anything you could possibly understand and just cause I stacked off on the button and blew at least two grand if not ten grand does not mean I am stupid.

Red Sox kick the Yankees Ass. Phillies rock. The Mets suck balls. I am out of time for my drivel. I will spew out loads of bullshit tomorrow.