December 11, 2007

Son of a bitch!

For one thing, movable type fucking blows.

Anyway. I'm going to try writing this again. Maybe this time I won't fuck shit up.

It's a story. Gather 'round.

What Happened The Other Day

Sagien woke up and rolled over to kiss his girlfriend. He then instructed her to take away his "Sleeping" away message. He asked her what time it was and she told him. 5:00 PM.

He then asked her if wombat was online. She said he was but he's been idle.

"Does he have an away message?" he asked.

She told him that he didn't. He then asked her to ask some Random Girl if she could wake wombat up. He wished to play some poker.

"Why don't you just play with me?" she asked him.

"It's not the same."

She sighed and found some Random Girl and asked her what Sagien requested. The Random Girl indicated that wombat's sleeping and he seemed pretty tired and didn't want to do anything earlier.

Sagien instructed his girlfiend to tell Random Girl to ask him anyway.

Timidly, Random Girl goes to where wombat was sleeping.

"...wombat.. sagien wants to play poker..." she said to him almost silently.

Wombat bolts upright, wide awake and ready to go.

"Yeah?!" he said as he grabbed his coat and walked out the door.

Sagien rolls over in bed. Looks at his girl.

"What do you wanna do while I wait for wombat?" he asks, with a smile on his face.

Fifteen minutes later, wombat was knocking on the door. Sagien was inside cleaning up.

"You ready to go?" wombat asked.

"Yeah, in a minute."

"We need to go now."

"Yeah I'm ready." Sagien puts his coat on and his girlfriend falls asleep as he closes the door.

Fifteen minutes later, they're walking through the revolving doors of the Hilton Casino. Both of them in the same quarter section of the rotating doors. Like idiots.

The Pit Boss recognized Sagien.

"Hey, you won the last time, didn't you?" he asked him.

Sagien revels in the recognition.

"Yeah, just got lucky," he said.

They were seated at the same tables as they rode the glorious $20+5 tourament until the final table.

They both made it to the last one, but it'd be wombat who'd take victory.

Despite overwhelming annoyances from a man named Snake, a deaf guy trying to badger him into splitting the prize money with strange NYUUUUUH NYUUUUUUH noises and the wonderfully foul smelling homeless individual whom he refused to split with and wanted to play to the bitter end, wombat took first place.

Aferards they had a late dinner at Denny's. It was about midnight.

Wombat drops Sagien off at his house around one.

Everything was quiet at home. Everyone was asleep. Sagien walks into his room quietly and gets ready for bed.

He snuggles up to his girlfriend and slowly falls asleep.

As he draws his last wakeful breath, he asks her, "What's wombat's away message?"

"Yeah, suckit, homeless!"

Posted by sagien at December 11, 2007 04:18 AM
Comments

revolving doors are tricky. doors in general probably account for 50% of my awkward moments in any given week.

Posted by: copacetic jerk at December 11, 2007 10:08 AM

Damn, I need to get in on this "rape the downtrodden" poker action.

Posted by: shftleft at December 11, 2007 10:26 AM

Did you explain to the homeless man how by not chopping he lost money?

Posted by: mincus at December 11, 2007 11:05 AM

The homeless guy and his flock of retards were pushing for me to chop when I had 10x their stacks.

Actually, by not chopping, he won more.

Posted by: wombat at December 11, 2007 02:53 PM
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