Ok. Now I'm pissed.
I've been writing this blog for three years now. So what if I don't get the traffic that a half-pint of guinness or a degenerate neo-hippie gets. So what if I lack the literary skillz of less than even one-third of a three-headed writing machine or possess a tenth of the personal angst and acerbic wit of a gambling epicurian. And, sure, I don't even have junk, let alone of a largish size... but -
HOW cum me and my other poker bloggin' sistern were NOT INVITED TO THE PLAYBOY MANSION?!!?!?
We care about charities, too, damnit.
* Yegods - if you took this post seriously, you need help. Any resemblance to actual sentiment is purely unintentional and coincidental. Any perceived scoffing and laughing up the sleeve at our poker blogging brethren who are headed to The Mansion and their blatant drooling and metaphorical pulling out the shirttail in a pathetic attempt to hide the obvious, er, inflated elation is absolutely intentional and far more than coincidence. I'm a girl. What did you expect?
