Youz bums.... Ya knows what I hate? When I'm elemavating my stick to hit the rock on the right side, and it deflects off to the left, and if that ain't bad enuff, it then masses it's happy arrrrrrrse back to the right. But it sometimes hits wheres I wanted it to go, youknowhaddimean?
And den, when I got a combeenation straight down the rail, and I look over at Joey-with-the-Glasses, and I say, "Hey, Joey-with-the-Glasses, (cause, you know, that's what we call him) watch me make this here combeenation, 5 to the deuce, in the corner, rackety tacketdy!"
And just because I hit it a little on the left side, that DAMN contact induced friction made me miss the damn shot! Combeenation went right into the rail.
Fuggedaboudit.
But then I made up for it when played Johnny Three Toes. Don't ask, you DON'T want to know what happened to Johnny.
Johnny Three Toes is laughing at me because he has my last ball blocked. He wants I should bank the ball 5 rails, he is laughing so hard. I says to him, "Johnny Three Toes, you better stop laughing at me, maybe you wanna be called Johnny No Toes?"
I then shove that ball right up Johnny's arse by saying "After your ball, Johnny, right in the corner. " I then shot my ball with an awesomely smooth draw stroke, which after my ball knocks his in, it keeps going forward, and goes in.
I tell yah, it was never so much fun before watching Johnny Two Toes crap hisself, knowwhaddimean?
I tried to teach Johnny that there shot, but he's one of dose, whaddyacallem? Yeah, dat's it. He's one of dem "Phillistines". He ain't no good for nothing except gettin' pounded in the head with a rock.
(Is THIS the sort of intelligent banter about pool physics you were looking for?)
