Wait a minute. If "Luckkky" isn't indeed a fictional character for internet giggles, shouldn't we all be clambering over each other to get him into a poker room (even one of his own design) ASAP? I don't care if he borrowed the seed money from his parents, my baby needs a new pair of shoes.
I'm not sure. Will you be able to total your Beamer again to pay me out at the end of the night, or will your insurance company start getting suspicious? (We are in a drought, btw.) Perhaps we should both stick to our day jobs.
I say go for it. I'll go to your opening night, but I couldn't care less about the poker games. Maybe you'll run it as poorly as the boardroom was run, and we'll get to see a few brawls and chips fly everywhere, and brand new plasma's smashed to pieces. That was fun. ehh. good luck, but my first thought is that you don't have a clue what you're getting in to.
