The stakes are vile...
Some of my friends who shared a house together as students were so poor that, having neither booze nor money, they used to play cards with chunks of budget cheese from the corner shop as the stakes.

The co-called Winner (or winners if they couldn't be arsed to finish) was left with up to a kilo in chunks of cheap, and now repeatedly manhandled cheddar, and was then required to eat the lot to 'confirm the win'.

Naturally, they all tried not to win if they started to do well. All except one lad who was so competitive he kept winning, despite vomiting the first time they played.

None of us sympathised, the daft bastard.
(SnowyTheWereRabbit the Leporid from Hell, Thu 7 May 2009, 13:17, 1 reply)

For some reason...
...this made me laugh like a little girl.

I'm taking some Babybels to my next poker game too.
( ousgg is not seeking approval, Thu 7 May 2009, 19:32, closed)