Poker-faced Jack

I had been getting fleeced at the Thursday night poker sessions. I’d start out well, win a few hands, and then it would all slip away. Every time I got a good hand, the other guys would fold. It’s like they knew I was about to go in for the kill.

I’d read poker books until I could recite them backwards. I’d even studied clips on Ew-tube.

That’s when I had the brilliant idea … And it actually worked.

The following Thursday, I hit it big, cleaning out the other guys.

Of course, it had cost a fortune in Botox.

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