Austria has gone ahead and issued a “warning” to Republican states that there will be “retaliation” by the country in response to the recent Trump-imposed tariffs.
Better go to Costco and buy about five-hundred of those little cans of Vienna sausages now.
I don’t give a damn how good he can shoot a basketball, Ja Morant is a loser gangsta wannabe. If he wasn’t in the NBA, put your money on prison.
Punk.
The story is about a guy who choked and threatened to kill some drunk dumbass for verbally abusing his wife on board a cruise ship.
The drunk deserved it, in my opinion. I might only have one leg and balance issues, but you talk to or about my wife like that and my one good leg will find itself firmly rooted up your ass.
And why all the hubbub about GDP and products and consumerism when you can just cybersteal billions?
We gotta ask South Korea about that one…
The Laken Riley Act in Alabama gives even more authority and power for police to arrest and detain illegal undocumented immigrants.
Like the police need more power.
Right.
All you read or hear about is DJT and his name is on everyone’s lips worldwide.
I don’t know if he even believes some of the things that come out of his own mouth, and I doubt he even cares. So long as it is his name on everyone’s lips worldwide.
I hold white-collar criminals in just as low regard as I do thieves and murderers.
Sometimes even lower.
I do appreciate a good pool hustler, however.
If you’ve ever been truly hustled, you won’t remember being hustled. Oh, you might recall some dude who got super lucky and you actually thought he was a nice dude.
He has to be as drunk as I am the guy had to be thinking. Except that he was doing double shots of 190 proof Wild Turkey and his opponent’s wife was giving her spouse a double shot of watered down cola.
Eight refills and it had to be like shooting fish in a barrel.
Hustled.
He was shooting with a visibly warped bar stick when you saw him, playing at a money table and winning too rarely.
The stakes start climbing.
The guys that are winning don’t really look all that good, truth be told.
Hustled.
Eight hundred later, the guy leaves, shaking his head.
As soon as his butt hits the door, the shark, his wife and his buddies bust into laughter and catcalls as they divvy up the spoils from their latest stooge.
He said goodbye as he left, thinking he just made a cool new pool-shooting buddy.
He’s pretty good, the victim thought as he waved.
I saw it all the time in Las Vegas, but I have also been to some God forsaken out of the way dive bars and seen shooters I would put up against anyone.
As an ex-hustler myself, this is what it boils down to: no matter how much of a badass you are, no matter how many big money games you have won, there is ALWAYS someone better.
Stay well.
