Dear guy at the poker table who spent 40 more dollars to stay sitting at the table so you could bitch me out after I took you for all you were worth and then took your 40 dollars too,
Just because I hit the flop doesn't mean you never have. And what's worse is that you were wearing a fake Rolex. I know when I took down that pot at the end you weren't whispering sonnets in that other guy's ear. You look like queers together. While I enjoy your fakey grin and your sweet 80's style rugby polo, your false tooth and greasy appearance were more than I can bear. I hope we can do business in the future.
Drinking for free on Saint Patrick's Day,
PS: Paying money to bitch really makes you look like more of a loser.