Originally posted on 12/19/2017:

i love chatting with waves.....

as he stalls, waiting to call my 99 with his lowly 77, thinking that using all of his time bank before he calls will somehow lean the cards in his favor, I start to berate him about what a loser he is..... how the stall won't work.... how he's about to go the rail as the mother f'n bubble boy....


he makes the dumb call at the last possible second, sees the bad news, and receives yet more friendly chat messages from Donknac the Magnificent like "hit the f'n rail, waves, you f'n loser" and "GTFO, STALLER!!!!" and "nice bubble finish, flappy small b-cupped scammer!!!!".....

He strangely quits talkin' shit about the time the river is dealt, he suddenly vanishes from the table, left to look at the "13" next to his name, and begins to quiver and shake that all of his efforts to min-cash have been thwarted by yours truly .......

there is no joy in wavesville tonight.... just a starless Christmas tree with no gifts under it, and a set of flappy b-cups being hidden under a hoodie......