I’ve been very bizzy lately with building the necessary sanitary provisions for the city so I forgot to post some reports of the most legendary homegame in town. But no worries, I made notes and will tell you everything about it now. Because the summer has begun, and the only other thing left I have to do now is to show my sixpack to the hot poepkes in the djembé-circle.

It was a few months ago when we had another legendary game. Eight people promised to show up, but the game started 4-handed thanx to all the gaylords who didn’t pick up their phones (eventually, we had a good 5-handed game). The Fat Kid was so confident of himself in this shorthanded game that he decided to start drinking from the start. The only problem was he failed to open the bottle of wine with the peteitescheller.

This evening was alltogether dedicated to the bloody fights between me and the Fat Kid. In  the beginning I was on fire, when I took a pot with 72 after the monkey even led out on the river with K high. To make him even more jealous, I told him about the meal I had: boomstammekes, potatoes and veggies with it, nicely steamed. Unfortunately, it was me who began to steam myself a few moments later. I made an all-in call with TT on a 7K7 board, while even the couple on the other side of the road in the emtpy room figured Quattro Cane-Iz had KK or AA.

That guy was however cheating like hell, cause some hands later he spiked quads again and acted like he didn’t have a pair. For me, this was the moment to enable my secret weapon: I passed one of my tasty cigarettes to the overbetting pseudo-pro. The result was unbelievable: he just gave me all his money and suddenly there were 32 bets on the turn before it was even dealt! It was like poker paradise for me from that moment on; the pseudo-pro talked about having smoked a garbage bag of weed and the fat kid mumbled something about an Ivan who had to return to Russia.

During one of the last hands of the evening, the Fat Kid gave me a staredown like he wanted to put a knife in my stomach and said to me: “I don’t fear the Ace.”. I called with the best hand and won a nice pot. Nobody threats Biscotti.

Tags: all-in with pocket tens, bet in the dark, gaylords, heads-up play, paired board, shorthanded homegame, TT vs KK

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