Would only people in pool understand this (untrue) story?
The other day, I stopped in at my local house of green after the daily grind. I bumped into this unknown chap who started to woof it up and wanted to bet some serious cheddar. Since I didn't know his speed, I wasn't sure if I should duck him or if it was a lock with the mortal nuts. Since I was going to have to play off the wall, he wanted to play on a beer box, and I wanted to play on the big track, I decided to go off and bet it up anyway. We played a 10 game freeze out for a dime and the time. He played like snow was his personal puppet, speared in crazies off the gum, dialed long distance several other times, had a couple of elevator operators; and eventually shot my liver out. The end. :smile:
Peace.
~Razor