2 DEC 05
I have been WAY too full of myself lately. My mistress has finally set me firmly on my ass.
Flash back to early November:
Mistress: Oooh, Dr. Chako, you are a poker god (running her fingers through my hair). I want you. I NEED you. I’ve never met anyone like you. How can anyone make correct decisions time and again like you? You won three straight hands with Q 10 off suit. Masterful! Take me.
Dr. Chako: Settle down, baby. Just watch me go.
Hell, I’ve been bragging about myself in the comments section of other bloggers (go see Drizz). How friggin’annoying.
Now, how’s about we look at two days ago.
Mistress (still running her fingers through said hair): Oh, Dr. Chako. I’ve got something for you.
Dr. Chako: Yeah, baby. I know. You really dig me. I get that.
Mistress: WHAM! (Kneeing the unsuspecting Dr. Chako square in the junk). Are you okay, baby?
Dr. Chako (eyes wide with despair): WHAT DID YOU DO THAT FOR?!?! That really friggin’ hurt! (Our hero crumples over and retches his comp’d fruit plate)
Mistress: I know, sweety, but I only do it because I love you. I won’t do it again. Promise.
Dr. Chako (groaning): Really?
Mistress (smiling that sweet smile that you MUST believe): I love you, baby.
Mistress (without hesitation or smile): WHAM! (right back in the ol’ sweet spot – square in the junk)
Dr. Chako: Whu….? (air goes out)
Mistress: Baby, I wasn’t sure you got it last time. You understand, right?
Mistress, I have two things to say to you:
1. I HATE YOU.
2. I’ll see you tomorrow.
Final thought: Thanks for the pimpage, Iggy. I really hope to see you in Vegas in a few days.