Butter Factory, where we were mistaken for Koreans, stalked by random men, and had one too many peanut butter shots for comfort. Good night out, y'all, and happy birthday my dear Jane! Time for bed and then poker again in the evening, as well as Hoe Ann's birthday. Here's wishing you a good one in advance!
15/10/1989, into fast cars, black/silver/grey, good foie gras, poker, a degenerate gambler. Hooked on appealing visuals and in love with the world's most retarded poker player, Lance.