01-17-2002, 08:06 PM
The medics saw the SPM shoot during his last battle on the Fox river. He fell from the fourth floor of river boat, Hollywood Casino, and his limp body caught up in the current went over the waterfalls hitting the water below with a great splash. Then he floated down the river with empty pockets. The medical emergency team pulled him out of the icy water and put him in an ambulance. The ambulance raced to his home where his wife, a critical care nurse, was waiting to attend to his every need. She had seen this kind of injury on more than one occasion. She knew exactly what he needed, hugs and kisses and a sympathetic ear.
The next day he started for the door and the RN asked, "where do think you're going?" Though she knew the answer before the words came out of his mouth. "Back to the Hold'em Wars, to get some revenge!" cried the SPM. She looked at him with a stern eye, the silence that followed persuade him to rethink his battle plan.
Imprisoned in the basement of his suburban home the SPM begins to stick needles into Voodo dolls. The IRS Frank doll has pins in it's backside and in it's head. The IRS man had three bet the SPM's pocket rockets a few days earlier with an A 10 double suited and spiked trips on the flop, giving the SPM a one outer to win, which he did not catch on the river. "May you fall to bottom of the river where the fish will eat all your chips!" yells the SPM. As he kicks the doll all over the basement.
Then he calls the guys from the brotherhood of the black hand, to perform a Bobbit on some of the other low life, suck out, Generals of the Hold'em Wars, form the river boat Hollywood Casino. Poison pen E-Mails sent over the Internet with instructions for the recipients to lick the computer screen. Unconfirmed rumors indicate a number of Hollywood Commanders have past out in front of their computer screens. Moaning release at the river, release at the river.
Unable to escape his prison through a window in the basement, because of his fat posterior. The SPM is a cage basement animal with little reason for happiness. Someone please call z and have him send the money he has collected from the 2+2 posters. The SPM thinks he can bribe one of the guards.
SPM,...SNAFU...
The next day he started for the door and the RN asked, "where do think you're going?" Though she knew the answer before the words came out of his mouth. "Back to the Hold'em Wars, to get some revenge!" cried the SPM. She looked at him with a stern eye, the silence that followed persuade him to rethink his battle plan.
Imprisoned in the basement of his suburban home the SPM begins to stick needles into Voodo dolls. The IRS Frank doll has pins in it's backside and in it's head. The IRS man had three bet the SPM's pocket rockets a few days earlier with an A 10 double suited and spiked trips on the flop, giving the SPM a one outer to win, which he did not catch on the river. "May you fall to bottom of the river where the fish will eat all your chips!" yells the SPM. As he kicks the doll all over the basement.
Then he calls the guys from the brotherhood of the black hand, to perform a Bobbit on some of the other low life, suck out, Generals of the Hold'em Wars, form the river boat Hollywood Casino. Poison pen E-Mails sent over the Internet with instructions for the recipients to lick the computer screen. Unconfirmed rumors indicate a number of Hollywood Commanders have past out in front of their computer screens. Moaning release at the river, release at the river.
Unable to escape his prison through a window in the basement, because of his fat posterior. The SPM is a cage basement animal with little reason for happiness. Someone please call z and have him send the money he has collected from the 2+2 posters. The SPM thinks he can bribe one of the guards.
SPM,...SNAFU...