Last night we discovered that playing poker and drinking can have serious consequences. We were all drinking Karmeliet, our new favorite Belgian tripel. We found a bar where they serve it straight of the tap, not bottled, which is SO much better. Actually, it was SO good, things went a bit crazy as the game went into the night.
After suffering a pretty bad beat (blackdeuces caught a gutshot on the river) Mister M. decided to take a toilet break and had the brilliant idea to play the rest of the night in his “lucky” underwear. Picture:
The underwear wasn’t lucky at all. So, after a couple of hours of staring at M.’s manboobs, we decided to call it quits. It’s then when M. got the genius idea of climbing a local watertower. Here’s a picture of him on top of the tower, wearing a shirt he robbed of an autistic clown on the way there.
Another Karmeliet for Mister M. please.
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