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Dead Money = Sir AlCantHang
This is just a sample of the content found on this website. Please visit the website to read the entire page. " Random thoughts about Poker and booze. But mostly booze. Tuesday, June 30, 2009 "Anyone know the day?" and a picture dump I haven't been writing much in my little corner of the web over the last few weeks like I intended. As much as I tried to prepare myself for the WSOP onslaught, I suppose you can never be ready until you actually go through it. I actually considered writing a "How to Survive your first full WSOP" post but that seemed a bit presumptuous. I haven't actually survived the entire thing yet. I'm sure I'll make it over the next 2+ weeks but why take a chance on talking myself into a meltdown. Dr. Pauly can give all the advice he wants to people flying into Las Vegas for vacation but there's no set of rules or helpful hints for the newb coming out here for 7 weeks to cover thousands and thousands of brain dead idiots. Things truly melt into one big pile after a certain amount of time. That amount of time for me was around my third week, in no time at all things compressed and I find myself looking at the end and glad for it. You'd think I would have found time over the last two weeks to maybe write the story about getting rolled. Again. By a stripper this time with witnesses. All my energy and time has been to posting on the FTP blog and keeping up with everything. Unless you've been out here you can't imagine just how hard it is to come up with different ways to describe the scene. I've kept my sanity with my friends, bottles of booze and some well timed sleep. Today is day 33 in the Rio and only 2 of those days I didn't have my ass firmly planted in my seat. You may enjoy reading the past tales of Otis and Pauly, perhaps thinking them chock full of hyperbole and think it can't really all be like that. I'm here to tell you t" .... read entire page
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