Last night we played poker at Eric's. Present were Eric, Yossi, Jonah, Rafi, Gary, and Nik. Eric made a couple of chickens and burnt chips for supper. Nik ate some lovely vegetarian lasagne. There were no green Doritos at all, though the cheesy Mexican ones were ok. Drinks were good, except for the Melon Fanta, which gave Jonah neck spasms. Michal had bought it, though to be fair, Eric had told her to go for "toxic".
The evening finished with some confusion, as the winnings and losings were ten shekels out. Someone had made a mistake, but who? We shall never know. During the evening's play we coined the phrase, "full house fuck up", which is when you think you have a full house in Hi-Lo but actually you don't because you can only use two cards from your hand. "Full house fuck up" sounds good because of the alliteration of the letter F. And it has the word "fuck" in it, which is always nice to say. We played a lot of poker, going round the whole table one and a sixth times. There were no HUGE hands or amazing cards. Jonah told us about his miluim. It sounded ridiculous.
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