Faces Royally Flushed

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Moochy is clearly growing up to be a smart kid - I'd never tell him but he's smarter than i was at that age (his brother is no slouch either). I still have my moments too, those these days they're more often 'senior' moments.


So with me and the Moochy's combined brain power you can be forgiven for thinking we never get caught looking really really stupid. Unless you had been in a certain computer games retailer last year.


Me and Mooch were looking for a new game. We wanted a multiplayer game and preferably one that didn't just require fast fingers. We were looking at board and card games when we got to discussing poker.


"You know it's funny," I said to the 14 year old, "you never see multi player poker games for the Playstation."

Moochy looked puzzled too. "You're right, I wonder why?" he mused.

We decided to ask

The guy behind the counter seemed a little bemused at the question; his head tilted to one side, brow creased as he looked from me to Moochy and back again. Finally he said


"Well, you'd be able to see the other person's cards ..."


We left the shop very soon after.


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Bazza

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