Friday, February 03, 2006


It's Friday evening, and I'm calling the new club to find out what time the tourney starts. There's no answer. I check my email and find news from SoxLover that they've been raided already! I call the Vortex, and he wonders if the owner of a rival club would be scummy enough to call the cops to protect his own business. I doubt it, but Vortex says that's what he would do. Geez Vortex - I didn't know you were such a scummer. The only good news is that I didn't leave Oscar alone to eat his own poo as I walked to the club to find out it had been raided and then come back to find my little monster staring at me with guilty poo-eating eyes.

You must check out this brilliant post from Bobby Bracelet live blogging his evening waiting for some chick to (not) call him. Read the background post too, but the live blogging post is one of the best ever. Bobby even implements the Kid Dynamite specialty Horse Handicapping by Name Only, but unfortunately cannot hammer any winners.



Huge Junk said...

Thanks for the pimpage!

I followed up the botching of that entire process by getting a hot chick to go out with me this coming friday. She was working out in my friends complex's gym, which was right next to the room we took over for a party. I wandered over and worked my magic.

I was on my A-Game and she had no chance. Puddy in my hands.

brett said...

Yeah, I was there on Wed night. There were 7 or 8 full tables going, all basically amazing games. Most of the games in the city are soft, but these were ridiculous. Bloody shame...

Kid Dynamite said...

Curls for the Girls Bobby? so cliche... Did you ask her to spot you on the declined bench? that's a move you can put in your arsenal :-)