There is a new pope in town…Pope Benedict the 16th, to be specific.
And that concludes the “current events” section of my entry. Hope you all feel more informed.
That awesomely horrific picture is me, killing someone Remy LeBeau style. You know…GAMBIT.
It’s because I just can’t win at Hold ‘Em EVER due to my poor poker face. Frustrated with the idea of losing $2, I went into my happy place and conjured up an image of me, as Gambit, bum rushing people with playing cards after they cleaned me out of chips. Mmm…savory.
And why not? If I were Gambit, I would totally forego the “save humanity from itself” lifestyle and just enter the World Poker Championships everyday. And then, when I lose to someone like Annie Duke or that guy with headphones, I’d just blast them away with the very cards they used to beat me. That’s right, it’s like ripping your own arm off and waving it at you.
I am one handsome mofo, mon ami.
P.S. I know that dude in the picture has no shoes. Or even feet. But that’s because I already tore them off with my crazy cajun baton.


What did the blonde say when she looked inside the box of Cheerios? “Oh look donut seeds”
You have won hold ’em before…that time when we teamed up and played blind and got every unbeatable hand imaginable!
i wanna play u haha. dude cant believe u listen to the Triplets too…so trippy since i was telling wong that teh yremind me of u and stan and someone else more wittier.
A letter from a Blonde Y2K Engineer:I hope I haven’t misunderstood your instructions. Because, to be honest, none of this Y to K problem makes any sense to me. At any rate I have finished converting all the months on all the company calendars so that the year 2000 is ready to go with the following new months: Januark Februark Mak Julk
I’d love to be Gambit in Las Vegas … every casino is like an ammo dump for me … I’ll be Ocean’s 1 and rob every casino on the strip.