Oh boy, what a Biscotti night. First I destroyed the complete poker table with my genius plays and afterwards I had a date with a beautiful drufke. One of these nights, right? The secret is to always be aware of cockblockers.

No more Ivan and Mr. V this evening, but the online grinder Gust9999 instead joined our homegame. So everything was a little less tensioned, which was perfect for my game. However, things started off quite radical when the Fat Kid expressed that he approved of the things that happened to Haïti, because sometimes it’s good to make tabula rasa. Meanwhile, I won some very nice pots early on, twice with pocket tens. Except for the time my AJ got bluffed by the Iranian Dutch guy on a J33 board, I was playing some asskicking poker.

The game was evolving into a duel between me and the Fat Kid during the second part of the evening. There were some breathtaking hands between us with mental staredowns and purely aggressive speeches, in which the Fat Kid repeatedly called me a simply mind. But I was completely focused, thanks to my sweet green friends from over the border. I completely ruled the table and won a gazillion euro pot with my neuffies (99).

During one of the last hands however, I had one weak moment. I was disturbed all the time by everlasting phone calls from a cockblocker who wanted to go with me to the party. That was distracting me a lot, because I planned to go all-in áfter the poker game. That caused me to accidentally give away my hand during a huge pot against Gust9999. However, somehow he didn’t hear a single bit of it and still called my quads with a marginal hand , I thought he had the borderline syndrom or something. Afterwards he declared he also was destracted, because he was about to invest a large part of his online profits the next day by buying a washing machine. So I took that pot down too, and took off to party hehe.