Playing with balls.

The unthinkable has happened - they've turned my favourite poolhall into a gaybar. Yes, a gaybar. And when I say gaybar, I do mean a place of entertainment for the homosexuals. I went there earlier today with a friend of mine, and after listening to the music they were playing I can only come to the aforementioned conclusion. And you would, too, if you were forced to listen to Elton John, Boyzone, Take That and other such tripe. It is a sad day, my friends, when one fears for his dignity when bending over to line up a shot. Today was that day. The upside was, I kicked ass. Proverbial ass, that is; or an ass of the metaphorical kind - I wouldn't touch actual ass in that place with a ten foot stick. But I digress. The point is, I ruled the green cloth today. Don't believe anything this guy says, because I owned him. Booyah. Or some such phrase. Cheers

Ps: Click the first link and let it load for a second. Turn on your speakers and start laughing.