What a fucking line up...

I was playing at a table last night, and where ever I would of sat I would of been life tilted.

One guy had really bad breath, really bad. I had to turn my head away, when he breathed out I was nearly sick.

There was some fat guy, and when I say fat; my fucking god I mean fat. His fat belly was on the table. No really! He is one of those funny fat guys too, he has a tattoo on his fore arm.

Guess what it says? Salad!

Then we had "Mr Bizcuitz". Enough said on this freak of nature. He kept on saying I am folding aces, every time I isolated him and c-bet the flop.

Then there was this guy, whose face just really fucks me off. He has this constant grim, frowning look. A horrible person. No he is. Biggest fucking granite around. Go fuck yourself now, or ideally get hit by a bus and die. Please?