Proper form would help....... Please allow me to correct your story as I am an aspiring novelist of the highest order... I stayed at a Holiday Inn Express this morning.
My road partner and I along with, "The Saw" went to a no name town and in this town there is a bar named "Red Robin" yes like the restaurant but don't let that fool you it was a rough and tumble like place. The best player is a dude named Pablo. My friend played Pablo for 50 $1 bills a game. We have to give el Pablo the 6 from either of us or else he will bring in the Marachi's and sing us to death. "The saw" wins 500 clamaroos' at 50 a game.
Not bad, but the guy with all the money is the moth******* I'm after. After the horrible disappointing loss, el loser Pablo "dogged me like a stray dog" to play. I decided to acquiesce and played him at 50 a game and I lose 500 green backs right back to el chump Pablo perfectly bringing us even. The cashola dude with the green that I want to pocket like a hangin' 9 ball arrived to witness this exchange. I played this freak with the cash (who consequently needs the last six like a bag of poo). I ran the numbers in my head using euclidean geometry with base factoring and probability matrix's and decided to play "big bucks" for 300 a game giving him the black ball also known as the 8. I stalled like a 76' Pinto because it was out of line. I deftly ground $4000 from his wallet by the end of the exchange leaving him wearing a wife beater and depends for adults.
Now, this "tool box" Pablo wanted to play me again seeing how I'm flush from murdering "trailer park huggies." I decide to play act like I'm Eddie Murphy in Beverly Hills Cop (part 1 not the rest of the trash) and I act scared and slightly put off by his request and on bended knee say that my partner will play while I squirt Visiene in my eyes to make it look like I'm crying. However, my Meryl Streep impression does not work and he keeps pestering me like a fat kid in $.99 cent donut shop with $.97 cents. I tell him that I can not win against his nearly invincible "Efr-earl Strick-eyes" play for 50 stripper candies a game, but I think that his kojones will shrivel up and plop in the toilet if he tries to play me for $300 a rack. As it turns out I was a prophet as the near future shows me with 3000 donuts in my fat ass pocket, and now he really can't play for $300 a game cause he lost his rent, car payment, and his doctor bills money. The only way to save face is he has to go home and commit "seppuku" with a dull spoon. Some "toy truck" from the crowd of onlookers wants to play now. But, this "pocket monkey" wants the 6, 7, and 8 ball. I refer to him as Senor Wrinkles cause he was like dust he must have been from Egypt or something like 7000 years old. I played el Mummy for 800 quarters a game (a.k.a 200 smoochers). He lost 2000 green backs (runnin' out of synonyms here) all because I lost 500 green pieces of paper called dollars to Pablo.
The End
(Ghost Written by Iowa Mike) a.k.a "The Man" a.k.a "Super Ninja"
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