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WSOB – The Tournament

The tournament – supposed to start at 4 p.m. – managed to kick off late…but it seemed to not be a big ordeal one way or the other. I did not plan to rebuy and did plan to play my … Continue reading

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A few random days in Aruba

Almost as soon as it starts, it’s over. I barely got here and yet tomorrow I’m leaving…this trip is like closing a chapter of my life. I mentioned at breakfast with the Duo a few mornings ago, the day they … Continue reading

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Palm Pleasure

Umnhhhh! Nice title – right? It’s not exactly what one would think. It’s a catamaran, super party boat, that takes the island visitor out to sea. Some drinks are provided, snorkeling, swimming, fun, and all in all a general good … Continue reading

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Frist didn’t kiss the US Citizens first…

Will us kids in America continue to have an online poker industry? We just lost our freedom. Get out the chains and open the prisons for those of us that want to challenge Frist in a heads-up match on his … Continue reading

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Fun in the sun

NOT! I don’t do sun. But I am having a ton of fun out of it, early a.m. beach walks, evening walks along the highway side of the high-rise hotels, intermingled with beach side walks along the high-rise hotels, a … Continue reading

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OMG! I have to work?

Believe it or not, they really expect me to deal while I’m here on the island. How possible? That’s what happened yesterday and today it’s going to be a lot worse. Today is day one of the main event. The … Continue reading

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Damn Dealers

I can go forever without any problems from the ‘box’, but when it happens, it ain’t no little fluff ball issue. I’m great at creating a lot of havoc. I feel this incident is my fault, yet I feel the … Continue reading

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The 15h Floor

It took me more than one little bit of wrangling to get to the 15th floor from the 13th floor that smelled like someone drop kicked me down an old root cellar, left unopened since the Civil War, filled with … Continue reading

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Farting and more!

Why do people do sneaky, quiet farts when they are sitting right next to you? And you are the only one in the room with them…of course they stink or you wouldn’t notice them at all. Are you supposed to … Continue reading

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Aruba/Ultimate Bet 2005 – Page 12

*post continued* The Tunnel of Love – that’s got to be the sickest joke I’ve ever heard. We parked, walked under the canopy that housed an energetic, talkative bundle of male flesh, and we knew we were going to need … Continue reading

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