Okay... so anyone who read any of my posts from last night knows that I was pretty fugged up, having been reintroduced to my old friends Irish Whiskey and Rumplemints (I'm sure I didn't spell that right, but was a little too drunk to read the label)...

So, after talkin shit w/ Rhound for a while, I have the BRILLIANT idea to play a bunch of SNGs... After about an hour, I FINALLY find my new supercool laptop, sit down on my recliner chair deal, and get ready to kick some ass (although I could barely see...)...

I wake up at about 8:30, hungover as fuck... When I unglue my eyes from their sockets, I stare up to see that I was at the UB signon screen... Apparently, I couldn't get the GD password right (which probably saved me several hundred dollars...)...

So, I got this general crappy feeling as I go to stumble my happy ass to bed... when I notice the searing, horrible pain coming from my crotch... Apparently, while I didn't get to actually play a game, I DID manage to sleep for about 4 hours with the hottest freakin laptop known to man burning the holy hell out of my poor, scorched balls...

I guess on the bright side is that, while I'll be walking like a sodomized cowboy for a week, at least I don't have to worry about birth control anymore, as I'm sure the radiation from this computer has made me about as fertile as Nevada in July...

HA!

Reminds me of when me and my friend Tullamore Dew (sp?) had a night. Didn't roast my nuts with a laptop, but it was rough either way.

Drunken poker is usually -EV! But be glad that burning from your crotch wasn't coming from something that happened with my stripper/hooker friend.