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Monopol

Skratt. Girighet. Osämja. så beskrivs nog våra monopol-kvällar bäst tror jag. Alla tittar djupt ner i sina inre och letar fram den där lilla otäcka varelsen som annars aldrig får leka lika ofta som dem andra barnen. Jodå, du vet vilken varelse jag pratar jag. Den där som hånler när dina motståndare får ett Chans-kort och missar att inkassera vid Gå. Den där som lever på att krossa dina motståndare med hjälp av att köpa Hotel allra först. Den där som skrattar när din vän måste betala Dagis-avgiften på tretusen kroner varje varv. Den där som njuter av att din vän nu har landat på DIN Norrmalmstorg med TRE hus, FYRA gånger i rad.
Schack Matt.
You're fucked.

Brädspel i all dess ära

Fyfasen vad det är kul med brädspel! Monopol slår dem alla dock.
Har nu suttit i ungefär en timme och spelat McDonalds pappers-monopol =P Ringer för tillfället runt till alla jag/syrran känner men hittills har ingen det riktiga brädspelet :O

To be continued.. .. ..

Ur mina högtalare för tillfället

The Gambler - Kenny Rogers

On a warm summer's 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.
When boredom overtook us,
He began to speak.

He said, Son, I've made my life
Out of readin' people's faces.
Knowin' what the 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,
I'll 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.
He said, If
You're gonna play the game, boy,
You gotta learn to play it right.

You've got to know
When to hold 'em,
Know when to fold 'em
Know when to walk away,
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 done.

Now every gambler knows
The secret to survivin'
Is knowin' what to throw away
And knowin' what to keep.
'Cause every hand's a winner
And every hand's a loser
And the best you can hope for
Is to die in your sleep.

And when he finished speakin',
He turned back toward the window,
Crushed out his cigarette
And faded off to sleep.
And somewhere in the darkness,
The gambler he broke even.
And in his final words I found
An ace that I could keep.

You've got to know
When to hold 'em,
Know when to fold 'em
Know when to walk away,
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 done.

You've got to know
When to hold 'em,
Know when to fold 'em
Know when to walk away,
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 done.

You've got to know
When to hold 'em,
Know when to fold 'em
Know when to walk away,
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 done...

Hej:P

HAHA jag har Tinas första blogginlägg:D:D MOWHAHAH!!
Har för övrigt hjälpt Tina att skaffa denna underbart fina blogg:) Nu ska jag tvinga Tina att spela spel med mig:) Wii.

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