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Going Home

by Kurt Robinson on February 28, 2010

I guess you can always go home.
I went back to see my family in Maitland a few weeks ago. I guess it’s just what I expected. Nothing really changes there, and it almost reminds me of how little I’ve changed in the past two years – or maybe it’s just been so long [...]

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We Have A Regular Poker Game

by Kurt Robinson on February 21, 2010

Every week or so, we have a regular home game at Diefendorf’s or Ruchstashel’s place. Though Dief hasn’t really played much, ever since that night when I made it $6 preflop with seven-deuce. He flopped a pair of kings with top-pair-top-kicker, and I flopped two pair, sevens and deuces. It must have [...]

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Women Will Test You

by Kurt Robinson on December 23, 2009

“Why don’t you go talk to that cute girl over there?” said Nicole.
“…You’re right, I will.” I got up and walked to the other end of the carriage, and sat down next to the brunette.
“Hey what’s up?” I said. “My name is Jones.”
“Christine,” she said, almost from a daze.
I started talking about the [...]

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Picking Up On /b/

by Kurt Robinson on November 18, 2009

Kurt says:
man… had a 2 outer hit against me last night
for a $200 pot
-·=»‡«=·-Rü$kl_ï£z-·=»‡«=·- © says:
wow
hurts
Kurt says:
yeah. i played it perfectly though
all in money in with a set
i added this girl from /b/ on my msn the other night. she said she was a stripper from [...]

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Yeah… I’m A Heartbreaker Alright

by Kurt Robinson on November 11, 2009

Saturday 31st October.
“You have to get into cuddle position,” I said as I pushed my left leg between her legs.
“Assume the position, ey?” said Siobhan.
“Exactly.”
It was the second time I’d seen her and we were lying on my bed watching a movie. I kissed her neck.
“Jesus is my homeboy,” she said.
Maybe she was serious [...]

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Best. Wingman. Ever.

by Kurt Robinson on November 5, 2009

“So, it started at Transport and it ends at Transport,” Aster said as he handed me a pot. He put down his pint and handed me some change. “I thought I’d get you a pot since you don’t like to drink so much.”
Eighteen months ago, I was in the middle of Transport bar, [...]

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Solo Transport Timez And Defecation During Labour

by Kurt Robinson on October 18, 2009

Last night I went out to Transport. I accosted some a girl as she walked past.
“Hi!” I said, as if I knew her, a habit from my days of promoting charities in shopping centres.
“Hey!” she responded, in a European accent.
“I’m Jones.”
“Anya. I can’t shake your hand because mine are wet.”
“Wow, you’re gross… You’re [...]

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Iola – Let’s Just Be Friends

by Kurt Robinson on October 1, 2009

Her name was Iola. She’s about thirty. Dark skin. Curly hair. I met her at Bar Open.
The night I met her, she invited me to come to her place for a barbeque, but she never gave me the details, so I didn’t go. After that, I didn’t speak to her [...]

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