After a shower you almost feel to clean to have anything to say about what has happened over the last three days...it's like you have all this great filth or memory scum on you...the smoke from the cards game...the sweet from the bike ride the hamburger meat in your teath is gone and no so is the memory of the great grub job you just had...is washing the grreat story time earser or am I just a very very dirty person..who likes dirt like that cartoon character pig pen...I don't no...these are just thoughts on a sunday night after a semi-long bus trip back to town...waiting for the G-man to stroll in and see what he is at...I just had my last official nighyt in Newtown...a tweleve hour marathon of cards...I was supposed to clean up...pack and get that ready for when I return but saying good bye too the bay lifestyle, the friends is a lot harder than I ever thought it would be...As I have done recently I have listed a lot a lot a lot about cards..well latey that's been it...other things like job hunts...personal struggles and the rise in the lice in the community have seemed a little to blue...So lets talk cards, a little bingo and about the future shall we...Mike got a brand new table mad just like in the casino's...really cool..now here were the players...


The bad beats are the ones you remember, in the show down, last two man standing in card game number 5, I think we played 6..I think...Well I had him set up, this guy, new guy, bought in at 5 the Kc, and well I was confident, pushing him around...then the bottom dropped out..two misdeals...and a mis bet, that cost me two pairs one was a PAIR OF KINGS...anyway..greed brought me down...we were playing two dollars calls four in the blinds and well...I get 6 and 9 not great cards but I have the big blind...the flop I gpt two pair..the fourth card is an ace..I read him big slick...Stupid..that's great..I bet ten...he looks all in..All I see is the one hundred dollars..No All I see is the win...an all in mono a mono win..and say when do you get to go 50 in...on two pair...but there is a straight posibility and a three of a kind..I don't see the move bam...as I countoing I say don't do it...but still I...all in...he flopps down clicky click 66 and I'm done...This is ahard loss because he wasn't moving at all and I had him accept that hand...I just...

Well on a lighter note I had another head to head and won against my nemisis "the baby faced assin" jason tiller..he has a tell..he moves his feet just a bit..and I watched... read like five hands..then told him and then the rest was mine...He laughed..and laughed..and got a bit pissed but helll when do you ever get a chance to spot and then tell the man his tell and then rake him to death...sweet....so a lot more went on and well it was fun...


Partispants of the kc marthon...

The cod fish maker-Loyd Tulk

The Silent Killer(cancer)- Tristan White

The Babby Faced Assian- Jason Tiller

The Little Prince- Greg King

Myself--Peace love chachi

The mystery man

Bob the middle age dope guy

His brother from Toronto

Special celiberity dealers

Gina Rae Holyes The Queen of Hearts

The gambling Daddy Shane Hounsel

Lucky Charm
Mike's ten year old son

All brought to you by India beer and the Kc

The winner takes it alll...I still hate abba...

I'm not going to lie to you there have been some reversals...I got cold cards..I caught a string of busted straights and six and seven highs that you wouldn't believe...

No limit ain't for the faint of heart....!st timers often feel this way iamigine...but well I got out played...Finished fourth out of the money..At least the baby faced assian, the gambling daddy Jason Tiller won the 400, winner take all prize...

It was fun day at the cozy..me Shane hounsel the unibomber, loyd tulk the codfish maker, steve hand the gambling warrior, mike king the owner of the cozy, libbin white, Jason Tiller, Myself, Tristan....The eight warriors...

Finishing order
winner---Jason"baby faced assian" Tiller
Runner up Libbin White
third...Steve Hand
Fourth..Peacelovechachi
fifth loyd and mike
seventh..tristan
eight out in twenty minutes...sorry shane....shane the unibomber..hounsel...

it was a rainy day

IT was a cool a wet day in the valley when our hero the boy named sue decided to become a professional smoke salmon skinner off the shore of tim buck two...

The last few days events had proved hostile, for beside the new vocation of skinner, Sue wanted no was asked in no uncertin terms by the lovely Bob to be the ruler of this watery pardise...

unfortunatly many the natives could not decide weither to make him the mayor of their small sleepy town or stone him to death with deep fried oven mitts...so no matter how you sliced it the Pong family were involved...

you see the Pong's resturant named after the great great great great son of the bitch that created the hop sing take-out controled the amount of egg rolls that were allowed into the town

and since the young salmon skinner had recently feel in to debt to the Pong family...well the locals did not know if they would, The Pong family, accept the man they called sue as mayor given the fact of the debt...

the town loved egg rolls and hated to be with out them because...

"WHAT would start their snow shovels once the rainy season had started?..exactly...

Pocket Rocket theatre continues

That's a good bingo....another thursday night passed and many winners in the new-wes valley bingo...yours trully manned the technical side and enjoyed the proceedings imensely again...that's a good bingo.....

after wards a little cards...hights lights or low lights...

once again I had pocket rockets...up to that point I had not won one hand was down...fourteen bucks and had last say...what happens next is well...interesting......
...on the flop no rewal action....no flushes no straights..no noise to hurt my chances...

after the turn still only a pair of fives was my concern...

on the river another brother falls an ace diamond.... I have made the full boat..
The whole time the biding seemed in my favour...then shane hounsel...the iceman...the meat cutter...says two bucks...I say sure...side bet..I got five...he says......... sure..I feel a little twinch like..what will I do with that 25 dollar pot....then it falls...four 5's....four of a kind...your out....

good time had by all at my expense...stay tuned for the saturday winner take all event at the cozy...should be a wing dinger....

thank you for reading another installment of pocket rocket theatre....

happy 32 PIPELINE

Let's play some cards....

Recent victories in the Newtown Poker tour...
Tillers Store(that's a shed)....51 Dollars....
I have four wins on the tour now and hope to do well in the winner take all event this weekend....
I took a hard loss on a hand last night...I had pocket rockets..aces...Loyd was holding 4/5 off suit...he rubs me out on the river card...a six falls he makes his straight...I fall..a twenty dollar pot...it wasn't a bad beat..I just got out played....


Norton cove studio creations
I recently have been doing some copper etching and some poriture...It's pretty cool..
Things I've made...
A copper toliet completly from pennies...
a rubber chicken out of Condums and cream corn....
and...??? Surprise...

William Evans turned 32 last week...The PIPELINE has yet to strike paydirt with the lowly Cataracts this year..demoted to the lower league there are talks that the team may fold after christmas unless they can sign croucher, cambell and dave matt...

peaceloverolledupacesoverkings

Chronic....

Working man fixed an a eight piece section of scaffling today... Workin man...tore up a floor...pat me on the back..or tell me to F%^& right off...cause I'm a workin man!

Comments anyone..anyone..bureller..bueller...

workin man

I'm a workin man...
I pay your salery...Workin man...
Bomb Iraq...pass me some chipps...
Give me another beer...Bitch...
pass my smokes..Don't touch my gun rack...
Touch my ass...that's right
eat my chicken...get your hand off my salmon..
Hello there baby..
What about it...just shut up and...F@#$ me...

Cause I'm a workin man....

But seriously...

amigo's what's happening...sinece thursday it's been pretty exciting in the newtown area...my first ever dart tournbament entry turned out to be a huge sucess with a second place=== finish losing only to the trio of norm perry, roxanne? and the misses who cooked my hamburgers the summer at the resturant...mrs. vincent...

Chronic?

ice cream is good...is great...when it sits on your plate...
then
while
waiting for my chin to drop off...
I bought a dog...
named her cat
what are you at?
Cat ya dog?
Cat became addicted to crack..
other dogs cracks..
Cat ya dog ya chronic...


hat..calculator..scotch tape dog rape...which one doesn't belong?

how are you? does the coffee always make you tired or does the thought of eatting kraft dinner not excite you?

Where are all the good men gone?
To supper...with your sister...

Why do all dogs go to heaven?
Because it's cheaper then to the glue factory...

How many chickens does it take to run a professional hockey team?
Well how many?

Peace lovetired from manuel labour

Don't pee in the dead sea...

Jordan on my mind

I just got a really cool message from a friend and as it has only nonpersonal and very informative info in the middle east I thought blog maggie thoughts...

so................ Maggie thoughts Volume one

Harris is running and running and runnnnnnnning,( child of maggie and bill,very cool kid) dancing, just like Bill and singing karaoke...he likes your web-site, thinks it's funny, I like it too but haven't had a lot of chance to really read it, harris hogs the computer

Looking for work, looking for work, that's no fun, when you gotta get the mun.

We had a fun and wacky Hallowe'en, we were the characters from Waiting for Godot, I was Pozzo, Duane was Vladimir, Bill was Estragon and my friend Ana was Lucky. We crashed a few parties. you would have been proud.

Swam in the Dead Sea in Jordan, heard artillery coming from across the water in the West Bank, apparently just intimidation. Put my feet in the river Jordan, where, they have proven, was the exact place where John the Baptist baptized Jesus. Only 20ft away from the barbed wire trimmed walls of Israel. if you were to wade across the 20 feet of water, a Jordanian Army guard at the site told us, they would fire warning shots. The whole bank is lined with land-mines.

The craziest thing was how close everything is to one another. I really take the size of Canada for granted. I stood at the most northern part of Jordan, a place called Um Qais and I could see Occupied Palestine, Israel, Syria and Lebanon, while standing in Jordan with the Iraqi border a mere six hours east of me. The borders move in and out of each other. It's just crazy. Theoretically, from Amman you can get to any of the major cities in any of the Middle Eastern countries in about five hours. In reality however, with checkpoints, restrictions, customs, police, military etc....you can't really go anywhere by car but some have to so if you do go a three hour trip could take you 24 and so on. Lot's of stories. Very eye-opening.

Some thoughts on the middle east...pretty cool maggie...hope you have a good trip out west...

peacelovemaggiebillharris

Bacon by my side...

Random sentences...

What do you think it would be like to write a sentence that never ever stopped...who would read it...the unemployed...bored...rich...poor...crazy...lazy...some hobed up on goof balls...people with no scruples...ha...No I think people are reading a sente\nce that never stops..only it's there own happy little sentence that begins..I will...

An ode to bacon sandwiches...

Eating bacon on a bun
I saw a ghost...
Boo..
Boo I said back...
The ghost puzzled..
Sat down and told me that
Bacon would kill me...
I smiled politly...
Who was this ghost telling me about what I can and canot eat...
And that's when it happened...
beatbeat beat
ahh
ahh
ahh
woo
whh
woo
whh...
What';s wrong asked the ghost?
Lying on the floor
looking up...
watery eyes...
bacon by my side...
give me cpr...
I mouthed...
nothing...
heartattack...
I whispered...
nothing...
Call an ambulance...
nothing...
I grabed hold of the spirit...
But I can't..
the ghost replied...
Oh yeah...
and there I died...

Bush or Kerry? what will it take...when will we know...I say by monday next week..barring lawsuits...

peacelovesocialchange

love my vocals..classic 80's tune...Hello Chicken...

pokey...pokey..pokey..I wish I quallified for pokey...

Meanwhile back at the pokey office....

Our hero captain UI awaits his battle with stamplor controler of the evil "not enough weeks" ray gun...What do people do when they have a job and they know that they will be laid off...prey for pokey?..good stamps?...enough weeks...?

but what if you are a non-insurable employee...what if...then you feel almost un-newfie...imagine working for no-stamps..un-newfie...I have betrayed my heritage...I have pushed my heritage aside...the silent revolution is here...no pokey...scary...booo...

The US election..you knew I had to comment...what do you think...I think bush will win...sad...but true...people are very afraid in the states...bush has that alert button pushing them around..like a yo-yo he cares big cities--middle america and rural rat holes into well...freaked out witch hunters...don't trust anyone you don't know and then even if you know them don't trust them then..one mad looking dude spoke in that m.moore extreme fright video...still america is scared and bush is well...a war president...God help us all..

Redskins win Kerry Wins?

I have heard that the last 16 elections where the redskins...washington redskins of the nfl win, The ibcombent wins....

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Since they lost.....well kerry is supposed to win... a little chris burman for ya...

Does anyone have a good halloween story...comment here please...

eating fish and chipps next to a big fat man
I got to wonder...
how many chins he had?
one
two
three
four
five
six
seven...
when he noticed I was counting his chins...
he smiled and said....
eight...
And began to eat the kid next to my plate...
The kid never saw it coming...
he tried to run...
but had no luck...
I thought nothing of it till he threw up the kids nikes...
keer plunk....

moral of the story...never eat your lunch at the pokey office next to a fat man who is hungry...