From: JP Massar
Date: Wed, 10 Aug 2011 16:15:48 -0700
Subject: [BARGE] Trip report 5:7:5

I say Ping Pang Pong.
You say Hot & Sour Soup.
CCR. Cha-ching!

Venetian AA.
How you call me with 99?
You know who I am?

Limit Hold'em. Hah.
Like old times. Damn you NL.
All vague. Try later.

Blackjack, Mr. M,
Pays 2:1. So bet! Bet!
Ejected of course.

Lowbah. Last Table.
+EV fold with one chip.
Fich out first. Cha-ching!

Murder. Mostly foul.
4x3? No. 18 wheels.
Sanity now gone.

Six Game. Tanya wow.
"Dealer! you must deal clockwise!"
Maybe look in mirror.

TOC. Prock says
I play rolled up eights like fool.
Once awake, agree.

Stud round full of it.
Just where did that nine come from?
Randy's doom awaits.

NL last longer.
The left prevails in LV,
if not in DC.

Leaving Las Vegas.
Drop Prock off across the Bay.
500 miles, home.

Haiku trip report.
Seven syllables or I bust.
Math is hard.