Category Archives: Miguel And Clive – The Directors Cuts
It was 2009, and after cashing in the GUKPT Luton Main Event I felt confident going into the Walsall leg that I could do well. I’d been studiously reading Phil Gordon’s Little Green Book of poker and was ready to … Continue reading
I was in Africa, you see, trying to catch the Sickle cell, when I was deported from The People’s Democratic Republic of Congo, and later banned from the African continent following an ill-advised advert in the local classifieds which read: Continue reading
Peering around the side as she gave the dog a double-handed a reacharound, or hugaround rather, she asked if I would like to take over in the wanking-off department.
Don’t mind Dee, Clive, she hasn’t been herself after getting her offer of sex turned down by a horny Downs Syndrome chap. Continue reading