Fun with fat guys

Last night was poker night. It was the basic maleness in spades with foul language, sexism, jokes about butts and gas and pooping and bestiality and incest and the likelihood of a comet destroying life on earth. I'm proud to say that I said something so foul that I caused beer to come out someone's nose. It was a great moment.

The event was held at Mark's place. James was there and so was Michael. I lost almost all my money and my bossman, who don't have a blog, was way ahead when I left around midnight. Twice I had a killer hand and each time no one else had anything worth betting on and they all bailed on me. I hate when that happens.

Here's a shot from last night.