To an Alien, that Poker tournament and last table was the only thing that matters. Because it was not a Homer allow me to win thing. It was the opposite of a Homer allow me to win thing. At least for most of the time until I was getting tons of pocket Aces.
I think the moral of the story is nobody is an United States of America general that is literally a nobody. And this guy that’s a nobody always knew his Alien was a random degenerate most degenerate only Alien that gambles and cares about Poker.
Because when I had 3 chips, tons of people did not bet into the pot. Like I probably had a good hand and it was probably Pockets. Then two other guys bet a little bit before leaving the pot.
Or hardly anyone bet at all and were all retard scumbags working a $45 poker tournament in Las Vegas. Like an entire table of Curlys Moes and the other guy. The moral of the story is this random kid, every single person at that final Poker table was that kids parents.
An United States Military general is a random nobody. That’s literally a nobody. That possibly wrote the Old Testament. A nobody random person that’s a clown where every single person at that final Poker table was this kids parents.