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


Sunday, January 10, 2010

He said he had a Wiener Dog in his Dress


Mr Wrinkles said he had a wiener dog in his dress.   First of all I am assuming you know that Mr. Wrinkles is my monkey roommate here at the petting zoo and I am assuming you know he enjoys and is encouraged to wear “outfits” by the management . (Not by me however). What might be somewhat strange even for Mr. Wrinkles is the statement that he has a weenier dog on his person... or in his case on his monkey? Mr. Wrinkles I said, “You have no such thing in your dress. ” It was then I heard his dress bark, we both did. Mr. Wrinkles thought a second and then  said “if I have a dog in my dress you give me five dollars okay?.” I thought about it. It was highly unlikely he would have a dog in his dress but it was Mr. Wrinkles and his dress did just  bark. Still a wiener dog I thought seems fairly unlikely.  So I said. If you have a dog in your dress , I'll give you five dollars and if you don't have this dog in your dress  you give me five dollars. “Okay” says Mr. Dress wearing Monkey. Just before he lowers the  dress, I hear it whimper, then it wriggles like there is something under it. Mr. Winkles  notices it.  I notice it  and then Mr. Wrinkles demands,” Okay, give me ten now if I have the dog under here”. Now I have a lot more evidence that he has a dog under there, in fact in my heart I am pretty sure there is a dog under his dress but I say yes!. Reaching for his dress in triumph he grabs the bottom so quickly he reveals a part of the dog's hind quarters as I am reaching for my money. We both notice. He says if I have a dog under here give me twenty five bucks okay?”. I say Yes and he reveals the dog. I then must give him my money.  Sounds pretty stupid right? Well of course it does and for the record he did have a wiener dog in his dress but when he asked for the first five dollar reveal I said no and ate his lunch.  So why do you (when you know in your heart and in your brain that the nut bar made his straight or flush despite pot sized bet on the turn) pay him off.

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