There is nothing more entertaining than clowning your friends. Like everyone just taking shots at each other, preferably drunk, to the point where your sides hurt and you can't breathe from the laughter. Scott, Dorsey and I were bent off our asses on Saturday night, just clowning ridiculously, non-stop. It'll start with your clothes, then work up to your haircut, your facial hair, and eventually, it gets personal -- manatees, batting stances, serenading -- nothing is out of bounds. Y'all probably have no idea what I'm talking about, but whatever ... trust me, it's fucking hilarious.

Gotta plug my boy's new blogspot: http://oppy.blogspot.com ... blow his comment page up. He'll appreciate it even if he doesn't know you.

Big up Shao and Steve K., for cleaning the pot last night. What you know about rolled-up aces over kings? I'ma get it back once I build a bankroll. Never go all in with 2-pair. And don't bank on straights before the flop. And don't play with 7 other kids with bigger buy-ins than you -- they'll raise you out the table. Lessons learned from last night ... shit.