Stumbled across a funny site the other day … F*** My Life. It’s basically a Twitter-inspired collective of Murphy’s Law-ish incidents, embarrassing screw-ups, and unfortunate arse poundage in areas of love, money, kids, work, etc. … and sure enough, poker found its way into the textably poetic lament:

#52319
Today, I lost 200 dollars while playing poker with my new sunglasses. Turns out you can see the cards in the reflection. FML

Ha ha, face on him. (Same thing happened to me once, but it only cost me a single fold to my pocket-kings re-raise at a final table before someone tipped me off.)

Readers vote on the role luck played in these matters, too. The poker dude above’s current tally:

I agree, your life is f***ed (418)
you deserved that one (3692)

Some funny comments, too:

“Wearing sunglasses in a poker game = Douche bag”

“you betta checkity check yoself befo you wreckity wreck yoself”

“why would u play with sunglasses.. theres no sun in a casino”

I swear this isn’t some sort of tribute to Pauly just because his heart recently skipped a few beats and his head may or may not be more messed than usual … his car accident just reminded me: Oh shit! I forgot to post the next podcast … um, I mean are you OK? Need anything? OK … yes, so WSOP … post podcast.

This time Dr.P and I take a leisurely stroll through the Amazon room while discussing bad t-shirts, sunglass technology, and the relationship between Milwaukee’s Best Light, the WSOP, college kids, and Annette_15.

Episode 11: Floorplay