Poker - night eight; he's still a nerd

hey team,
working late coz i gotta get this stupid job done before christmas...
so there's no better time to update my blog.
Now, some people have mentioned my lack on continuity in my posts-
so i've got a guest blogger fo you tonight.
Long time reader first time blogger; Dark.

But before dark takes the reigns, let me set the theme.
Five men in a battle royale for master of the universe.
The game was a marathon.
I managed to throw away most of my chips in the first few hands. Dark had been lamenting (complaining like a sissy girl) in previous weeks that too much sugar had marred his performance. And it wasn't until last sunday that i realised he could be telling the truth (like a sissy little girl). So i blame sugar for my nasty raises and paying stupid amounts to see a crap flop. I never really recovered.
Anyway, i hung on to see Dumbluck DJ divide most of his chips between Dark and Joel. He went off to start his own production company.
Literally hours later (and a few all-ins) i lost my last hand and all my chips were gone. I went to see how dan was doing with his alien robot in search for love sci-fi movie (lesbian robot love) which bombed at the box office, although i hear the sequal did well.
So, it was eleven o'clock and i need my beauty sleep, and it is here that Dark will tell us the rest of the nights eventful... events.

After (steve) left I was feeling fairly confident that I had the largest chip pile and was on my way for the game. Five or so hands later, I officially came 3rd. I'm sorry did you blink and miss that one? Well so did I! Bloody sugar, such wonderful highs and earth shattering lows.

So after I got out, Joel stood in a fairly good position to take the game. Despite the lack in confidence, Vincent did a bloody good job of hanging in these and simply refused to die. After some give and take hands, I decided that the blinds needed to be increased again to the big 2 & 4. After that (and about 10 more unsuited 2, 7 draws from Joel) Vincent's staying power began to wain. Three 'all in' hands later, Vincent was finally forced out of the game and we could all get round to watching a robot try to get laid.

Ps. I got bloody 3rd AGAIN! The next time you try to shove more MnM's down my throat, you should expect to get them returned at terminal velocity.

Poker - night seven; ... again!? what the hell?

Just realised i havent posted in two weeks.
well we were on poker hiatus last week and work has been a nightmare so i'll give you a quick rundown of this weeks game- oh and i havent got a photo yet, but that could be a good thing.

First, soccer sucked balls, (not soccer balls) we lost something shocking and thats the last i'll say about that- its also the last game for the year, the season will pick up again next year. (which is in 3 weeks)

Second- poker;
so five playas, decided on a finishing time of 10ish since i am wrecked for the whole week.
Vincent, poker-stud, dissapeared in the first hour- and played dealer for the rest of the night.
Dan the DumbluckDJ followed quickly behind.
Sometime after that Joel, poker-in-the-rear, left the table.
At this stage blinds were monsterous and so were Dark's piles... (thats chips)
Dani, the queen of tarts lost her last few chips gracefully
and i followed the very next hand.
Dark was the victor and is now on a hat-trick with his large piles (not chips)

i've actually been watching WSOP which is quite good so we'll see if it pays off at all.
One last thing befor i go, i'll be at the feel good festival for new years day this year! Pete Murray, Beautiful girls! Its going to go off! So i'll get lots of photos and pretty up my the blog.