Poker Season Begins - Towel Protects the "Innocent"

Thanks to Annie Oakley/Pippi Longstocking/Howdy Doody for hostessing. No thanks to Exercise Barbie for leaving us wondering where her clothes went.

Nope, no room in here! And it's not her cards she's concerned about, it's her cleavage.

nor in here! I'm never washing this leotard.

Mandy, we went through this discussion last week.

Let's think now... gimpy needs to run a marathon, I need to wear this bodysuit, and you need to host.

Hey Barbie, that's a lot of friggin meat!

The poor guy was probably like, "Where's the meat"?

Stop talking about the meat, that's the second time she's been down there tonight...

...and "NO!!!" I will not have sex with you.

Oh, it's my turn... I paid it already; I'm not paying again! Matey, will it fit around?

I jazzercize; you'll be jazzercizing when you get home. Get some kahooonas - you can't fit them in the spandex, can you? Speaking of which, has anybody seen mine?

Ever since I've met you, I've wanted to sidepot you.

I'm just playing with Robin's money.

I bought this leotard at Goodwill; I washed it seven times. Leigh Mai Chan, that doesn't mean you should stop washing it after you wear it!

Hold on, I'm gonna burn something in just a sec.

Who lets these women take care of the kids?

I found more than these chips under the table.

Please, don't tell, I'm a soccer mom!

Notes on a Spanish Harlem Mamacita Margarita Bonita Fajita

Vote to the Right---------------------------->>>>>>>>>>>

Quiz Questions:
Q. What do dirty mexicans and horny girls NOT have in common?
A. I'll give you a hint: one of them doesn't go to Mcauley!

Q. Who's more formidable, Public Enemy Number One or Two?


Q. Do L.S. and J.S. sail?
A. They don't sail, they motorboat. You motorboatin' son of a b*&%#, you old sailor, you!

The Pride of Concord meets Fairfield's Finest


Jersey Expat


Prudence may have "never been in this position before" but K.L. knows more than her fair share about who is required for the sleeve, sterilizing finger cuffs, and how to "throw him a bone". Speaking of kinky... ...and mamacita wasn't even at Leslee's bonfire to see it!

Meanwhile, at the poker table, L.S. "still has more than you thoooooooo" and Boston wants to know "alright, do we git any cahds"? But cheer up, sleepy Jean. We had newbies hustling, but Prudence still had to "beat this b$%&#" (language, girls!). Unfortunately, she was still on Yahtzee rules and got her chili peppers cooked by Public Enemy Numero Uno.

Arriba! Arriba! says Marie...AH! ...in the newest version of the happy dance (tossing her head side to side, like a Pour Some Sugar on Me video audition. Thank God she's such a great mathematician!

And now, a special edition of "How to Spot a Cheater":

And, of course, we have those who just can't seem to leave mommy duty at home (Big Red has NO problems in this area!): Peek-a-Boo, I see you! Nap Time???

Prudence, meet Innocence (I give the latter a month. The former is a liar) Prudence wants it (PEno1 should have stuck her chin out)

La-La-Looooosers!

Ttfn, it's been fun, hope Maria doesn't feel a burden because Chimichanga's kids have taped up holes in their shoes. Houdini and Copperfield, I don't know how you eluded my camera, but GET READY because we will get you next time! Thanks to our all-time dealer!!!

It was a Crazy Game of Poker (1/5)

Pink Ladies, Big Red, and Little Thingys. If these don’t mean anything to you, then you probably missed the Showdown last night. Who ever said that 6 girls, $5, 3 alter egos, 1 gallon of vodka, 2 bottles of champagne, and 3 Rolling Rocks couldn’t provide entertainment for an evening?

And some burning questions were resolved through the course of the evening, to prove that intellect and fun are not mutually exclusive. Monique exposed that you don’t have to have to have dreads to be rasta, the Red Rocket proved that it’s okay to be fashionably late, provided you come dressed to impress, and Rodeo, well, Rodeo reminded us that cowgirl hats and purple boas can be classy.


The Game

Robin emerged as the early leader, using the age-old, highly technical strategy, “Can I get out now”?

Jen proved herself a hustler when she forced Monique and Rodeo “All In”, sending both of them to the Loser’s Lounge to hang in style with none other than P Diddy.

Leslee, Robin, and Jen toggled as chip leader, with Michelle maintaining a solid pile. A case of the “I gotta go’s” from Michelle gave Rodeo a Second Shot of Love with Holdem.


The other Loser’s Lounge inhabitant took over Jen’s chips, and ended up in a chip battle with the feisty and competitive Red Baron. In an ironic twist of fate, the first to the Loser’s Lounge ended up as the last (wo)man standing, when the hostess pulled a flush and won the pot, sending Leigh home so her husband could say “Talk Dirty to Me”.


Today, I am left with an empty liquor cabinet, mild headache, and a nest of purple feathers where the birthday girl made her nest. And I can’t wait to do it again!!!