Thursday, October 25, 2012

If I were To See a Shrink Part II



“Mr. Gray, you seem to have a pretty negative outlook on life. Tell me three things you are grateful for.” 

“Well, for one, nobody has called me out of the blue claiming to be my kid”

“That’s not what I had in mind”

“My ex-wife never found out about my stash while we were still married”

“You hid money from your wife?”

“I’m also grateful that my felony charge got reduced to a disorderly conduct”

“I’m not even going to ask. Let’s move on. Do you consider your self a cultured person?”

“Huh?”

“Do you have any friends of different ethnic backgrounds?”

“I’m friends with Chasity”

“That’s great! What is her nationality?”

“I think she is Mexican”

“Why do you say that?”

“Because she’s always drinking my Coronas and after a late night of drinking, she eats at Taco Bell on the way home”

“When is the last time you took a vacation and just got away for a while?”

“Last week I went to Tomon’s cottage in Marblehead

“It’s great that he trusts you enough to use his place for your own use”

“He doesn’t know about it”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, I break into it when I know they aren’t going to be there & I hang out for a couple days”

“Oh my gosh! Aren’t you worried about getting caught?”

“Hell ya. I almost did one time when they pulled up to the place while I was inside”

“Did you think they were going to see you run off?”

“No, the room still smelled like weed from the bong I smoked earlier”

“We really have some work to do Mr. Gray”

“Let me ask you this, are you able to get a good nights sleep? Do you have any dreams?”

“I had one the other day”

“Tell me about it”

“It’s actually a reoccurring one. I dream that I go to Julie’s poker tournament and pull behind Scott’s car to block him in. I then take a bucket of cigarette butts & throw them all over her driveway. After that, I pee in her flower bed & then go inside to play cards without washing my hands”

“What do you think is the significance of your dream?”

“It means I hate tournaments”

“You mentioned earlier that you aren’t very active. Are there any outdoor activities you would like to get more involve in?”

“Sure. I like golf, horseshoes, cornhole, canoeing & camping”

“It concerns me that the activities you mentioned are generally in conjunction with alcohol & I don’t think you need any more encouragement than you already have. What about indoor activities?”

“Poker, darts, bowling & billiards”

“Hmmmm”

“Is there anybody in your life who you would like to get to know better?”

“No, but one person I’m not sure I want to know better is Doug Poker”

“Why not?”

“I think he has a lot of skeletons.”

“You mean he has a lot of dark secrets?”

“No. I think he has bodies buried in his back yard.”

“His girlfriend Kirsten treats people with sleep disorders but I think she is the one with the disorder.”

“Why do you say that?”

“I think she is too petrified to close her eyes at night when he is in the same room. I heard that the only time she sleeps is when she goes to her patients homes”

“How does she manage that?”

“Well, she hooks them up to all these monitors to measure their REM sleep cycles. As soon as they get to stage three, she’s out like a light.”

“Is there anybody in your life who you would like to trade places with?”

“Before my buddy Brad got a job, I wanted to be him.”

“What was so great about his life?”

“He lived in his parent’s house & his day consisted of six things.”

“What was that?”

“Waking, baking, eating, shitting, surfing & napping.”

“That’s no way to live your life.”

“The hell it isn’t.”

“Our time is up & I need to regroup. We will meet again next week Mr. Gray.”


To be continued…

Friday, October 19, 2012

If I were to see a Shrink Part I


The other day I was in a funk and wondered how the conversation would go if I were to see a shrink. Here’s how I see it playing out…

“Hello Mr. Gray, what brings you here today?”

“I don’t know, I’m fuck’n pissed off all the time”

“I’m sorry to hear that. Maybe I can help. Let’s start off with a little background information first?”

“What do you like do in your spare time?”

“Drink beer and play poker”

“Ummm, alright. What else?”

“That’s it.”

“Why don’t you tell me about your friends. Who do you like to hang out with?”

“Well, they aren’t really my friends. We just get together so I can try & take their money, and they like inviting me over to get my money, especially after having a beer or twelve”

“Is there anybody you like to do things with outside of cards?”

“Krazy Mike is alright. The only thing is, he likes to go to these concerts & watch really, really old fucks play music. Do you know who Peter Frampton is?”

“Isn’t he dead?”

“Exactly, but no.”

“What else to you two do?”

“Whatever it is, we can’t be riding in the car for a long time”

“Why is that?”

“If I hear ‘I Can’t Explain’ or’ Pinball Wizard’ one more time, I’ll clock him. Short drives minimize that from happening”

“Do you have any girlfriends”

“No”

“Any girls in your card group you like?”

“KTina seems cool, but it just wouldn’t work out”

“Why is that?”

“Because she doesn’t drive”

“I don’t see why that should be an issue”

“I’m not gonna haul her dead ass all over town every day. Most of the time, I’m the one that needs a driver! Just last week I needed a ride to the store after polishing off an eighteen pack and couldn’t find anybody to take me”

“What did you need at the store?”

“More beer duhmie”

“Is there anybody in your circle of friends you can confide in?”

“Well, if you asked me that a year ago, I would have said TK. Not any more”

“What changed?”

“He has a fuck’n raised garden”

“I don’t follow you”

“I think he’s gay”

“How does a garden make someone gay?”

“He posts pictures on Facebook of all the shit that he grows”

“And?...”

“The last post he was showing off all the long, thick, dark carrots that, in his own words, took him two hands to pull out of the ground. I’m really thinking of dfriending him.”

“Do you do anything that would be considered a physical activity?”

“Hell no”

“Maybe that should be something to consider. Do you have any friends that play sports or are active in any way?”

“Well, there’s Nautica Brian, but that wouldn’t work out either.”

“Why not?”

“Because I refuse to be friends with Forrest Gump. All that fucker does is run!”

“This is more difficult than I anticipated. Do you have any friends that you met outside of poker. Somebody you might have a different bond with?”

“I knew JASE1 before poker. There is no way in hell I can hang out with that guy”

“I can’t wait to hear this. Go on”

“That fucker has every thug & low life in town out for his ass. He corners them into outrageously high interest loans & then repo’s their cars when they miss a payment. I’m not gonna get caught up in the cross fire when they come after him through the back entrance of a bar with baseball bats. No siree”

“Is there anybody in your group who you consider a mentor. Somebody you would turn to for their expert opinion. Maybe for legal advice, for example?”

“There is this broad by the name of Jen but it would have to be very limited topics”

“What is the problem there?”

“She’s a Feminazi. You know, a man hater”

“I don’t think that’s a very nice thing to say”

“The woman is a divorce attorney! It’s us versus them! In fact, I could have sworn I heard her whisper something under her breath one time while playing cards. It really got me upset too”

“What was that?”

She said, “I wish I knew your wife back in the day when she was looking for an attorney”

“Well, I find that hard to believe”

“I’m just saying”

“There must be somebody you know who you could just sit on a couple lawn chairs with & shoot the breeze, right?”

“There is somebody like that & his name is Tom D.V. but sitting on lawn chairs is ALL we can do”

“What do you mean?”

“That guy has no money! In fact, he is so broke that homeless people throw change at him!”

“Oh boy”

To be continued…

Wednesday, October 17, 2012

I Got Banned!

I logged into my Zynga Poker site after I got home tonight, as I do every night that I’m not playing real cards, & found this fuck’n message...




Policy Violation Warning

Your account has been banned

Your poker account has been disabled.
If you believe this is an error, please contact customer support to request reactivation.





Are you kidding me? I just built my roll up to over $1,000,000,000 after three months of multi-tabling & 50,000 hands, then you pull this move???

What is wrong with you people?

Let me guess…It was that broad that I told to “Go back into the fuk’n kitchen where you belong”, wasn’t it? Well, in my defense, her avatar showed her standing naked while holding a frying pan and smoking a cigarette. Big fuck’n deal.

Wait a minute. Was it that redneck from Alabama? I can’t help it if he can’t play cards nor take a joke. All I asked him was, “What do you call a bunch of tractors parked in front of McDonalds on a Friday night in Alabama?...Prom”

Ya gotta admit, that’s funny, right?

Can I get my account back now, you fuckers?
 
I know your monitors warned me about my language months ago, but I got better. Instead of calling your wannabe cardplayers assholes, fuck tards, dick fucks or faggots, I learned to modify my communications so as not to piss off your upstanding, attentive security personnel. My verbiage was updated to words like assshoe, fuk terd, dik fuk & feygit. Technically, I wasn’t swearing so what is the fuck’n problem?

Give me my $1,000,000,000.00 back you coks!

Sorry, I didn’t mean it. Can we start over? If you only knew how many hours I logged into this free site so I can accomplish nothing, win nothing & earn nothing. I have friends that want nothing to do with me because of you guys. In fact, some of them have paid off their markers with Zynga points. My mother started calling me Jeffy in public. I got an Angry Birds stuffed animal on my birthday. When I ask for something light at the Moosehead saloon, they give me skim milk. It’s not funny any more.

I’ll tell you what. If you don’t give me my account back right away, I’m gonna sign up under a new name and new account.

Say hi to your newest member…FUKUZYNGAFEYGITFUKTERDS