If you dumb shits want me to blog, you’re gonna have to speak up. I get a couple comments and then nothing. I know keyboards are hard to master and mouse clicks are an absolute pain in the ass, but goddam.

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That’s okay. It’s lonely at the top. I knew that back at my stupid government j*b. Whoa. That was weird. My own blog has a filter for bad words. Fuck me runnin’.

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We returned from the WSOP. That, I believe, was established in a previous post. Since then I’ve been grinding online. The site I play on (which I may just slip up and tell you what it is) is golden. It’s like printing money. That could be because I run like a God. Seriously, my EV is so far below my winnings it’s not even funny. Who cares. You can’t take away run good. With the month about to end, it looks like I’ll be sending my coach a shitload of money, which I’m good with. The more I send him, the more happy I am. Shit works like that.

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And English is my second language. Fuck.

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The team I head is going well. One of my students is doing well and looking like he’ll make up for about 1% of what I have to send Split and the other is a tilt monkey who hates money. Hahahahaha……. Okay, that was mean. It’s more like 10%. Zing. I’m always looking for another wannabe to join the team. Speak up.

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That’s all I got. Words with Friends on the iPhone? Don’t play with SplitSuit. He’ll ruin your day. Bitch makes two letter words worth 800 points. You want to feel like a genius? Play with me.

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Onaflag…………..