Your not watching the game
pushing that in there
Sure he was rising twenty
and your on the wrong side of him
Well you sent a cub on a mans errand
Sure I am getting no cards
I don't need cards
But your trick hunting all night
Put that deck skull on it
Thats five in the Foreglen
I am walking round the chair
Deep cut draws blood
Take your dealers
What were you at
You would have had the fall hand
I'll put that table out the window
Sure were not following suit sure
Draw them into you
Are you out; she's out
You can play no cards
pushing that in there
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