Here's the thing, I've been working the night shift for the past 3 months...My days are freaking backwards man. I start to melt when i get in contact with the sun. Because of this i have decided to morph into a new poker alter ego that i feel suits me more.
This is the last post of Dr. Blunt....
From now on I shall be known as ZOMBIE BLUNT.
I like that name better and it seems to be more suitable to my current situation. The only way to kill a zombie is to shoot him in the head. I'm gonna be the first zombie to wear a helmet...then i'll be able to live forever...in search of nice brains to eat.
This is Zombie blunt signing off.
Thursday, December 07, 2006
Saturday, December 02, 2006
The Legend of the first live filipino Blogger tournament
A small group of friends decide to go to the beach for a weekend. During the first night they all gather around a nice bonfire. The sound of the waves gently crahsing the shore and the stars lighting up the night sky.
The friends begin taking turns telling great stories. Starting off with stories of funny expereinces they've had over the years..leading to the usual scary stories about haunted houses in the provinces and stuff. Its a great time and the group is having a blast.
Then something strange happens...a stoned looking stranger who happens to be walking along the beach sees the happy group sitting around the fire. The stranger approaches and without saying a word he takes an empty seat. Everyone is quiet and is wondering why all of a sudden a stranger sat down in front of them.
just as the silence around the bonfire becomes unbearably awkward, the stranger opens his mouth and begins to speak....
Stranger: This is the tale of The legend of the first live filipino Blogger tournament.
There once lived a group of people who against all odds...forged together to play one of the best poker games in the universe as we know it.
Many say the odds were against them. Nature tried to stop them from coming by conjuring up a super-typhoon. But even this couldnt stop 20 fine bloggers from showing up to play some fine poker.
Sad to say only a few have an idea of what exactly transpired that night...some may say it was just a bunch of people drinking and playing cards. But i say it was a night wherein a group of people were able to understand and bond with one another. A night wherein a simple card game was able to bring together a group of people who probably wouldve never met otherwise.
How do i know about this wonderful legend...because I am Dr. Blunt and (in the words of Barb)
....I lived it.
The stranger stands up and takes a deep breath and begins to walk away. The group of friends around the fire remain silent for a minute or two with deep-thinking looks on thier faces...
Then one them says: "geez,what a freaking psycho."
hahahaha
The friends begin taking turns telling great stories. Starting off with stories of funny expereinces they've had over the years..leading to the usual scary stories about haunted houses in the provinces and stuff. Its a great time and the group is having a blast.
Then something strange happens...a stoned looking stranger who happens to be walking along the beach sees the happy group sitting around the fire. The stranger approaches and without saying a word he takes an empty seat. Everyone is quiet and is wondering why all of a sudden a stranger sat down in front of them.
just as the silence around the bonfire becomes unbearably awkward, the stranger opens his mouth and begins to speak....
Stranger: This is the tale of The legend of the first live filipino Blogger tournament.
There once lived a group of people who against all odds...forged together to play one of the best poker games in the universe as we know it.
Many say the odds were against them. Nature tried to stop them from coming by conjuring up a super-typhoon. But even this couldnt stop 20 fine bloggers from showing up to play some fine poker.
Sad to say only a few have an idea of what exactly transpired that night...some may say it was just a bunch of people drinking and playing cards. But i say it was a night wherein a group of people were able to understand and bond with one another. A night wherein a simple card game was able to bring together a group of people who probably wouldve never met otherwise.
How do i know about this wonderful legend...because I am Dr. Blunt and (in the words of Barb)
....I lived it.
The stranger stands up and takes a deep breath and begins to walk away. The group of friends around the fire remain silent for a minute or two with deep-thinking looks on thier faces...
Then one them says: "geez,what a freaking psycho."
hahahaha
oh and if there some grammar and spelling mistakes in this post...please bear with me, i was hella stoned when i was writing it.
Peace...lets all gather together nice toight and have a group hug.
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