It was another Friday night, poker at my house again, and like usual it wasn't going so well. Thankfully me and the boys usually only played for $20 bucks, so it wasn't a big deal; but that particular Friday, I got a little bit too drunk and ended up buying back in 4 times before my wallet was empty and I realized what I'd done. My wife was going to be pissed. The last time I lost $50 bucks on poker she wouldn't fuck me for a month. So like the idiot I am, I ran upstairs and started sneaking cash from my daughter Bailey's college fund. About three hours later I had ran out of beer and had slowly started to sober up realizing more and more how screwed I was. The game had shrunk in size too, though I had barely noticed, and now it was only my buddy Mike and of course Steve sitting there with almost all the money I'd lost. It was such a streak of dumb luck too, it seemed like every hand he would have the higher kicker, or the better pair. By

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