A Chimp and a Chair

My name is CaptnPoppy. I did not name myself. My knowledge of the English language and typing is self taught and comes out of being taught sign language as a young primate. I am a chimp who is playing poker for my life. You see I am in this insane petting zoo north of the New Brunswick border in Canada somewhere and it is frigging cold here. I have started from nothing and will try to duplicate Chris Ferguson's bankroll management feat of zero to 10,000 dollars. If I can do it, I'll buy a boat. A sweet Monkey boat to escape from here and my insane roommate Mr. Wrinkles. CaptnPoppy plays on Ultimate Bet. Get Gear at http://www.cafepress.ca/CaptnPoppy


Tuesday, December 29, 2009

What's the Chances of that Happening or the Great Bluff


I was playing a 25 cent sng when a fine fellow suggested I use my gun to escape the petting zoo.
His name is chiptaker28 and like I said seems to be a very nice and very unlucky. I said it had never occurred to me because I don’t have bullets and to be honest other then holding it up like the asshole who shot me with a tranquilizer gun when I was a baby, I have no idea what I am doing. Chiptaker says bluff em. Man it was a pure poker play why didn't I think of that?. Well sure enough I tried. I paid off Mr wrinkles to look scared when I took him hostage, I had to steal a push scooter from some kid too close to the bars so Mr. Wrinkles would  do it.  Little did I know the kid was from a Shriners  group. The little boy starts yelling and the zoo guard comes running along with an old guy in a fez, sturdy shoes and from a tiny car.  I got Mr. Wrinkles by the back of the hair and he's crying and screaming up a storm. I am waving the gun around at Mr  Wrinkles and at the boys who is crying and shaking also. The guard slowly lets the cage open and I walk back to the Shriner’s tiny car parked on the edge or the petting zoo’s walk.  I am dragging Mr Wrinkles who is dragging the lads scooter. I am thinking this is going work,  the bluff is working.  Just then the boys makes a grab for his scooter, Mr. Wrinkles twists free and rides the two wheeler away, chirping and squealing with delight. The gun which was in my hand gets flung into the air, lands on a rock  and goes off. Apparently it shoots little flying monkey’s from the wizard of Oz. ( Go figure). The little plastic monkey hits the guard in the eye, he trips into the Shriner, whose fez  flies from his head and lands on mine.  I jump into the tiny car sporting the Fez on a rakish angle and hit the gas.  Racing away towards the back lot I hit a banana peel , spin the car out, hit a barrier , fly through the air, land butt in the air in my own cage and before I can move , the guard shots me in the ass with a dart making me pass out just like when I was a baby in the jungle.  What’s the odds of that happening. Well I guess about the same for losing an other sng to a two outer. ( only one of two tens left hit the river). I will mention it every time it happens ,cause it feels like a lot and the chances shouldn’t be that I end up back in my own cage shot in ass every single night no?

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