What Would a Maverick Do? -- Good Question, by Pat Darnell
Wink and a smile?Certainly that is part of the ruse. However, it makes a perfect bluff face in any poker game.
And a Gun?
That would enforce the Mavericks, for sure.
I'm pretty sure Maverick would never wear a Burkha... you think? Maybe so.Let's go to the song boards:
Gambler/ Kenny Rogers
On a warm summers evenin on a train bound for nowhere,
I met up with the gambler; we were both too tired to sleep.
So we took turns a starin' out the window at the darkness
til boredom overtook us, and he began to speak.
He said, son, Ive made a life out of reading peoples faces,
And knowin' what their cards were by the way they held their eyes.
So if you don't mind my sayin', I can see you're out of aces.
For a taste of your whiskey Ill give you some advice.
So I handed him my bottle and he drank down my last swallow.
Then he bummed a cigarette and asked me for a light.
And the night got deathly quiet, and his face lost all expression.
Said, if youre gonna play the game, boy, ya gotta learn to play it right.
Now every gambler knows that the secret to survivin'
Is knowin' what to throw away and knowing what to keep.
cause ev'ry hands a winner and evry hands a loser,
And the best that you can hope for is to die in your sleep.
So when he'd finished speakin', he turned back towards the window,
Crushed out his cigarette and faded off to sleep.
And somewhere in the darkness the gambler, he broke even.
But in his final words I found an ace that I could keep.
You got to know when to hold em, know when to fold em,
Know when to walk away and know when to run.
You never count your money when you're sittin' at the table.
There'll be time enough for countin' when the dealin's
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4 comments:
I would like to take this opportunity to dispel of some rumors and gossip about me.
While it is true that I built a gaudy 12,000 square foot house in the Ozark hills, complete with an automated shower that you walk through sort of like a car wash and all kinds of secret Spy vs. Spy surveillance equipment, and I racked up tens of thousands of dollars worth of porno bills and phone sex charges that my then wife found out about and made local public knowledge of and consequently left me because of, and I then left the family oriented entertainment Mecca
under a cloud of shame that, in no way makes me a freak or pervert as
some have suggested.
I know what condition my condition is in.
I guess the wife picked a fine time to leave you....
Yes, thanks for commenting old boy but we are beginning to think you,
Poor Old "father figure" Kenny; a self-nihilistic:
Urban Word of the Day for October 10: Shoplift the Pooty
"When a man sleeps with a single mother with a small child."
Also, "when a man expresses false adornment for a women's child in order to sleep with her."
Dude, look at John and Sara. He straight up shoplifted the pooty.
yeahyeah...pooty lifters shouldn't throw stones at glass houses
with four hungry children and a crop in the field.....
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