Two good nights of poker killed my social life. My friends won't hang out anymore. It was worth it. Would you rather have $80 in cash and a belly of beer or a half dozen grumpy teachers talking about their lousy jobs in your kitchen? Exactly.
This post will fly through cyberspace as untouched as Brandon Tate on a punt return. It will bounce against a distant wall and come echoing back toward its lonely creator.
If you build it, they will come.
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