Might have to kick out the wheels, make a grand escape

continue... NOW!!!

phucking brennen... catching a hanger happens to the best of them

Ummm, yearning for this moment? The moment to phuck Brennen? All that bitching about how he's not that good looking? Lot of **** undertones itt.

omgomgomg please mooooooooaaaarrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr

Crying laughing at "I'm gonna phuck Brennen!"

Beyond awesome. MOAR.

Modus--Worm spent a year in the pen practicing his base dealing and you try to bust that move in the biggest game of all time. WTF?

Dang, I was hoping he'd get away with his ace from the bottom.

Sign of a solid story when the protagonists are the villains and were cheering hard for them.

Phuckin Jakes!

I wish I could read slower than you type.

Why does everyone think this thread is so great? Way too many h0m0 undertones and the rest of it sounds like a bunch of frat star wannabes. My dog has better poker stories. Snap 1 star.

Thanks for sharing

This thread is great! lol DaReader has probably never even flopped da nizzles in his life. Keep up the good work Heyn8/Modus.

It appears you are too dumb to appreciate why the stuff in the story is funny.

I guess its a kind of satire, too clever for you lad?

Best thread evor

This is so awsome..

With a deranged look on his face, Brennen comes barreling across the room, heading straight for me. Brandishing my italian made butterfly knife he takes a wild swing at my torso as he closes in. avoiding his attack i quickly side step out of the way and deliver a supreme spinning heel kick across the side of his face. flying towards the wall uncontrollably, Brennen is unable to catch himself as lands head first in the already damaged dry wall. As his head bounces off the wall with a loud thud, he falls limp to the floor and lays there motionless. Infuriated my ufc grade kick didn't send him clean through the wall i storm over to his unconscious body and prepare to finish the job.

Taking in a few deep breaths through my nose i grab him by his shirt and belt loop. With sick wombat power, i squat down and swiftly snatch him over my head. With every ounce of muscle my 6'4, 235lb 3.5% bodyfat physique can muster, I hurl his flaccid body into the wall. With a thunderous boom Brennen crashes through the wall and goes tumbling to the ground.

"gg." i say to his incapacitated body.

with my back to everyone i kneel down and retrieve the butterfly knife that was knocked out of the brennens hand. flinging it closed i carefully place it in my back pocket. before i'm about to rise to my feet i tightly grab the legs of a nearby chair. with quickness of a peregrine falcon i rise to my feet, pivot to face my opponents, and wildly rocket the chair across the room at them. as they dive out of the way the chair goes flying into the wall and bounces back a few feet.

With HeyN8 being the only one on his feet he looks on in awe. *clap.......clap......clap* starting a slow clap he looks around to all the other tablemates to get them to join in. like a phuckin boss i choose not to acknowledge these praises and carry on with my business. walking over to the table i audibly count out my stack. adding up what i scooped from the last pot i'm back over even, and then some. "alright boys" i say matter of factly, "i got a little over 1.1 gerz, we'll round it up to an even 1.2 and call it good. i'll let you guys figure out the rest." popping open the chip case and taking out the wads of bills i break off my share. realizing i can't leave my road dowg behind i holler over to HeyN8.

"yo...HeyN8, how much?" i say as i wave the roll of cake in front of me.

"ummmm not sure, let me count it down and-"

cutting him off i say, "no...how much u want?"

as a smile spreads across his face he happily ponders the question. doing the math in his head he says, "we'll...i'm in for about....7...so whatever."

"seven it is!" i say, counting out his reward.

no one dare says a word as HeyN8 and i conduct our business. the others are tending to brennen and his boggart butt phaggot friend who tried to step to me. nonchalantly putting the rest of the wad in my pocket i address the crowd. "so do you guys have this game every week....er what?" choosing to ignore my question they continue to play nurse on their friends, instead HeyN8 speaks up, "yea we normally play once or twice a week, i'll hit you up next time we get a game runnin."

"sick." i say, carelessly slinging my hurley tank top over my shoulder. collecting my belongings i throw on my bag on and take one last look at the scene before me. "not bad" i think to myself.

"aigh lets bounce" i say to HeyN8.

Departing from the busted up frat house HeyN8 and i analyze some of the key hands of the night on the walk home.

as the sun begins to rise over the horizon i look over at HeyN8, "yo with finals coming up soon, and with this nice boost to the bankroll," i say, tapping my pocket, "we gotta roll thru Vegas soon."

lighting up HeyN8 excitedly replies, "phuck finals bro! lets go now!" as he breaks out his iphone and searches for flights. "look!" he says a minute later, "there's one in 2 hours...lets do this son!"

Only a few hours later HeyN8 and I are chompin down on our weed brownies as we laugh uncontrollably in our first class seats to Vegas. Calling a fair amount of attention to ourselves one of the flight attendants walks up to us and says with a smile on her face, "wow, it sounds like you two are gonna have some fun in vegas!"

"lady..." i respond, "you have no phuckin idea"

excellent! thanks a lot guys! have been some extremely entertaining reading here, hope you guys do more soon.

vegas baby

Sequel thread: Vegas phuckers!

how much for you guys to show up at my homegame? you guys sound like fun company!

Looking forward to reading about modus and heyN8's mechanic skills in vegas

Phuckin Brennen ITT.

lol brennen got rotated