Clareified

Where does the good go

You know how it’s fun to read my poker blog sometimes…

this is one of those times:

I’m sitting there reading and this super aggressive fly starts to get all up in our faces on my side of the table.

He’s all “buzz buzz motherfuckers buzz motherfucking buzz.” And we’re all screaming and shivering and flailing our books around and then Alceste goes all Mr. Miyagi on its ass and plucks its wings off in mid-air with ONE HAND!

IT WAS SOOO GROSSS, YET PRETTY DAMN COOL. So the fly is all wingless and crying on the floor when I accidentally step on it. So like 30 minutes later, this other fly comes to our side of the table and he’s all “where’s my brother, you assholes, where is heeee??”

And Alceste ninja-Obama smashes this one into his arm and crushes up its body in the palm of his hand! And then he goes “Excuse me, I’ve got to go wash my hands.”

OMG! Alceste is such a badass!

7 Responses to “You know how it’s fun to read my poker blog sometimes…”

  1. Dawn Summers Says:

    Fine. I guess it wasn’t fun. Jerks. *sucks thumb*

  2. Dawn Summers Says:

    ooh a comment! Oh… :(

  3. Dawn Summers Says:

    I thought it was fun, Dawn. Thanks for sharing. You’re great!

  4. Dawn Summers Says:

    Awww, thanks! You’re pretty rocking yourself.

  5. pearatty Says:

    You need to get out of the house. Like, now.

  6. Dawn Summers Says:

    Why? Everyone here is so supportive.

  7. F-Train Says:

    Hahahhaa, the 12:27pm comment is gold. But, it also seems to be true, more or less. So…

    You REALLY need to get out of the house. Jerkface.

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