Gut Rumbles

April 19, 2005

tell me about it

I enjoyed reading this post, but it made my blood boil. People, whether you believe it or not, there IS a line between right and wrong out there and it has nothing to do with sex.

Wimmen are more likely to screw a man in divorce court than a man is to rape a woman. That's the way wimmen are built. Wimmen are vicious creatures and they "read between the lines" WAAAAY too much. You want to see how crazy the human race can be? Just watch a woman when she gets pissed off.

No mercy. No quarter. DEATH TO ALL MEN!!! I would rather handle a live rattlesnake than a PMSing woman. They don't THINK. They react and they feel, and they always Read Between the Lines. Most of them are out of their fucking minds, but they don't know it.

I'll give you a perfect example right here: this woman said that she could beat my ass at poker. Of course, she didn't play in the game at the blog-meet and I'll bet she doesn't even know the ranking of poker hands. She wouldn't know a flop from a check, but she can beat me. Why? She's a WOMAN, that's why.


I've been playing poker for fairly high stakes since I was a young man. I knew when we started that game that I had one person to worry about if the cards didn't go crazy, and that was Catfish, because he's played a lot of poker, too. We ran everyone else out of the game and it boiled down to me and him. That was NO fucking accident.

But some twerp who didn't even PLAY and never has in her life is convinced that she can beat ME.

That's a woman for you.

If they didn't have a pussy, there'd be a bounty on them.


You're just pissed cause I missed the poker game.

Which is fine, but unless you want me pissed as well, you need to remove the word "idiot" from your post.

I love poker.

My cousin taught me to play - and bet - when I was in the sixth grade. I loved it right away...always remembered him for that. He died when I was 18.

I play every year when the buddies get together for labor day weekend. I'll admit that the guys took me the first year, as I was rusty. But I stomped them this past year, which embarrassed them heartily.

I was trying to save you from that....and hey, that's the farthest thing from greed. (:D!)

I'll be happy to play ya at the Atlanta mini-meet this summer. I play the laid back variety...We play when we get ready, red, white and blue chips, dealer calls the game.

Posted by: Key on April 19, 2005 01:20 PM

"If they didn't have a pussy, there'd be a bounty on them."

I'm totally missing something here.
1. I ALWAYS thought I got a "bounty" for bagging pussy.
2. And God knows I've paid a lot for the right to "hunt".
And you know I'm talking a lot more than money on both 1 & 2.

And for you feminists out there,
I've always try to make sure the women gets a lot emotionally in return.
We haven't always agreed it was a 50-50 split, though. {:^)

Posted by: Dan Pursel on April 19, 2005 01:54 PM

Emotions? Like I said before, my heart isn't super-glued to what's betwixt my legs, Dan. But then, I may be the exception that proves the rule.

Posted by: Mamamontezz on April 19, 2005 03:03 PM

Can this be right? Our local university shows a class being offered this summer. "Women's Studies: Female Accomplishments in the Era of Rage." The professor? Robert M. Smith!

Sign me up!

Posted by: Renee on April 19, 2005 03:44 PM

Key, playing poker with ME isn't exactly like playing with those mullets you're used to playing. I go for the throat, and you ARE an idiot for talking shit when you didn't see the game.

I dismantled opponents, piece by piece. I'll do the same thing to you.

Posted by: Acidman on April 19, 2005 04:12 PM

Lately. you scare me.. Love you ..but..lighten up.

Posted by: Lisa on April 19, 2005 10:09 PM
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