Jambo's like the postman: when you wake in the morning and head downstairs to put on the tea, he delivers these little postcards from the war and you find them at the foot of your door right under the letterbox. Most of it is junk mail and it goes straight into the bin, the rest can be used for kindling later on out the back garden on the barbecue pit.
Today I got two postcards - this one:
And this one:
I just hope that Jambo doesn't go the way of Philip Dwyer, kicking dogs in the face when they get a bit close enough to lash out at.
Then again, Jambo's the mirror image of Dwyer: fat, pudgy, roundy, a knacker, a spiv, a loser, and a lock-in.
Must be confusing for an Irish man to translate English people's language/actions into Irish bloggers language/actions?
Imagine owing money to the mafia.
Have you ever played poker online, even for play money?Don't worry about our Jambo - sure he's made millions and millions playing imaginary poker with seven year old girls.
Have you ever played poker online, even for play money?
The first time I played poker online was actually for play moneyI have a life, Jimmy.
So no - I leave that for useless gimps like yourself to spoof about your endless poker millions.
The first time I played poker online was actually for play money
I retired a gazillionaire from that
YepPlaying poker for play money?
I thought you were rich?
Then lost it all at tiddlywinks - to a seven year old girl.
Yep
It's a bit silly, I know. Not the worst idea in the world - to get used to the mechanics of the thing
Have you ever played poker IRL?
Ever tried hobbyhorsing?
Finnish sport for little girls - but you'd fit right in.
In Real LifeIRL?
In Ireland?
Yes/no.
In Real Life
Like a game with your pals or in a bricks and mortar casino (as they became known after the advent of online casinos)