Beer, Poker, Pool

“This is good,” Red said taking a pull from the bottle.
“You think all beer is good.”
“That’s because all beer is good – for a fact.”
“But your statement implies that some beer is better.”
“Well, some beer is better.”
“Not that you could tell.”
“Of course I can tell. Just because I’ll drink any beer doesn’t mean I can’t tell the difference.”

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Doreen Drinks a Glacier

I mention Shamu in an off-hand manner just one time, and Doreen slaps water in my face. Even though it is dark, almost midnight, when she rises from the steaming tub, I can see that she is not as fat as she thinks I think she is.

“That’s it, mister. I’ll show you,” she intones, not exactly threatening but still all determined-like, and pitches the thermometer back into the spa. It falls like a slug in a wishing well. “I really will,” she adds softly. Skipper doesn’t even rise up as she moves toward the house and past the mini-trampoline he has taken to sleeping upon.

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