Week Five (Wild Card Round), World Series of Blackjack 2

Excuse Me?!?

In reply to JoeP: I know you didn’t! But really, I almost applaud your feeble attempt to paint a full picture out of my metaphor. Bravo! You’re really cute but not funny. Just ‘cause I’m from the South doesn’t mean I’m illiterate. I did read the other posts Sir Nobody, and I was not referring to you in my last comments.

Sounds like someone’s a little jealous of not having their own “Tampax Crowd.” And thanks but no thanks; I’ll just keep truckin’ along in the opposite direction from those chicks anyway, because I’m a Princess (not Princeless as your typographical error would have it), and I roll with the best of ‘em G. I don’t need any man to fight my battles for me.

Oh by the way, I may not know much about blackjack, but I do know that the only thing that’s going to be bleeding in the end is your game.

P.S. – Why don’t you leave the fairy tale symbolism out next time and leave the deep writing to the big dogs. Smooches!

 

No Typo

When i called you "PRINCELESS" that was not a typographic error.That was just plain down & dirty real world truth.And when you say and I quote" I roll with the best of 'em.I have heard Hollywood Dave use that term often,so maybe my first thought's were correct and that you and Hollywood are one in the same.But don't despair we may find a purpose for you after all.We will need somebody to take out the trash after the tournament.I would invite you on the upcoming cruise to watch the bloodshed but I know that a ship that big might scare you,being from the "Dirty South" the biggest ship you have seen was when your 2 cousins got married in the canoe at the lake .This bantering between the boys is much for you, so know your limits and do find a grits contest to enter into .

 

Every time I get out, ya keep pullin' me back in

That's it... forget a freezeout... Joe and I should just have our supporters fight it out in the audience while we're playing the final table of the Million Dollar III this May. In fact I'll make it official: Hollywood Dave needs a dangerous posse of hotties dressed in Anarchy cheerleader uniforms (like from Nirvana's 'Smells Like Teen Spirit' video) to come cheer me on (and kick ass for me when the whipping boys & their kind come a-heckling) during the Hilton's Million Dollar III blackjack tournament this May. Cuz that's how i roll!

As for the freezeout, i'd love to play. Joe, Ken, whoever. Set it up, let me know where i can come roll with the best of 'em. But there needs to be a "special event" as well with JUST me, rookie, Joey g, and BJ Bitch (er -- i mean, FAN). That's how this whole thing started, and that's how its gonna end: on the green green felts of a tourney table. They need to feel the pain of reality when they finally understand that the only thing they've proven after months of ignorant negativity is how quickly they can lose their money to me. sorry guys -- you don't get to hide behind Joe on this one. Time to finally stand up and be Big Boys & take your medicine. And if you wanna each bring $10,000 with you to the table, i won't stop you... but you won't be leaving with it, trust me. PUT UP OR SHUT UP.

-holly d.

 

Welcome aboard!

Should you want to set this match up I will be willing to set-up a table for you on he cruise as Ken suggested, (I will even deal the game).

Just remember to tip the dealer...LOL!

 

Sorry

What up Hollywood? Listen, sorry 'bout that sweetheart. I didn't mean to reignite that old flame. Please don't blame me for keeping this whole scenario lingering over your head. I apologize a million times over, o.k.? I just seem to be more irritated and moody, speaking my mind with more ease, since I've been deemed part of the "Tampax Crowd". You gotta expect my hormones/emotions to get a little racy sometimes, you know? Please be understanding. Oh, and I would LOVE to take you up on your invitation to all the hotties for May, but I'm just a plain Jane. But hey, you don't have to be pretty to beat somebody down, I always say!

Joe, honey, I really don't want to start anything with you, but if that's what you want, then that's what you'll get. Now, I'm 100% positive it was a silly oversight on your part to call me "princeless", but I forgive you. And please don't be jealous of the intellectual bond I share with Dave. I know that's tempting for you to want that also. Honestly, I don't think linking one phrase to us makes us one and the same. Goodness, don't worry about me holdin' my own amongst the boys either (even though that's sweet of you to do so). I've conquered that playing field many of times. Once again, I half-heartedly commend you on stepping out of your comfort zone with lethargic writing and uncommon stereotypes. Your efforts to express your envy ceases to not amaze me. Finally, even if I did come to the tournament, the only thrash I'll be taking out afterwards, will be your supporters. 'Cause that's how I roll, Baby Cakes. Smooches!