I christened the boat today, nearly pitchpoled, and I slipped off the wing, took a good chunk out of the top of my foot on the way down. Good times.

I have no words, I seem to have found the Nexus for all redneck/white trash activity in the universe. All of it, every bit of mouth breathing, gap toothed, incestual goodness, is concentrated right here:

Yes, that is right, no photoshopping here, that really is, a LIVE BAIT VENDING MACHINE. The end is upon us.

Some of you may know, I count amateur photography among my hobbies, I figure what better place to showcase some of my work than here. In the future I will attempt to post pictures here frequently of my day to day happenings, hopefully. for now though, I leave you with sexiness that was taken a while ago:

I have actually not been playing nearly as much Hold-em as I once did, I have recently been putting a lot more effort into PL Omaha Hi/Lo. oddly enough it has been working out for me fairly well so far, either because I actually am learning what i am doing, or because everyone else at the tables is just exponentially worse than I am. I am leaning towards option 2. still sitting around 450 in my account, so I am slightly underrolled for the $50PL game I am playing. Nothing to be done about it though, as that is the smallest PLO8 offered at celeb at the moment. I am however, proving an age old truth about poker in general here. One that people don't seem to realize, and it comes back to bite them in the ass. You don't have to be good to win, just better than the other people at the table. This come back when they beat up a limit for a while, make a logical leap that they must be fantastic poker gods, and decide to take a shot higher up, where the competition is much stiffer, and then they...

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