INSPIRATION!!!! Once more unto the Baize , Dear Comrades once more; Or close the wall up with our HitSquad dead. In peace there's nothing so becomes a man As modest stillness and humility: But when the blast of Poker blows in our ears, Then imitate the action of the tiger; Stiffen the sinews, summon up the blood, Disguise Your Hand with hard-favour'd rage; Then lend the eye a terrible aspect; Let pry through the portage of the head Like the brass cannon; let the brow o'erwhelm it As fearfully as doth a galled Limp O'erhang and jutty his confounded base, Swill'd with the wild and wasteful ocean. Now set the teeth and stretch the nostril wide, Hold hard the breath and bend up every spirit To his full height. On, on, you noblest HitSquad. Whose blood is fet from fathers that be Bluff-proof! Fathers that, like so many Alexanders, Have in these parts from morn till even fought And sheathed their Pocket Pairs for lack of argument: Dishonour not your mothers; now attest That those whom you call'd fathers did beget you. Be copy now to men of grosser blood, And teach them how to RAISE And you, good Squaddies, Whose limbs were, made on SkyPoker show us here The mettle of your pasture; let us swear That you are worth your breeding; which I doubt not; For there is none of you so mean and base, That hath not noble lustre in your eyes. I see you stand like greyhounds in the slips, Straining upon the start. The game's afoot: Follow your spirit, and upon this Flop Cry 'God' for Capo Hitman, SkyPoker Forum DTD, and The HitSquad!!!!!
CALL TO ARMS COMRADES!!!! Forum DTD Battle Tonight, as one!! INSPIRATION!!!! Once more unto the Baize , Dear Comrades once more; Or close the wall up with our HitSquad dead. In peace there's nothing so becomes a man As modest stillness and humility: But when the blast of Poker blows in our ears, Then imitate the action of the tiger; Stiffen the sinews, summon up the blood, Disguise Your Hand with hard-favour'd rage; Then lend the eye a terrible aspect; Let pry through the portage of the head Like the brass cannon; let the brow o'erwhelm it As fearfully as doth a galled Limp O'erhang and jutty his confounded base, Swill'd with the wild and wasteful ocean. Now set the teeth and stretch the nostril wide, Hold hard the breath and bend up every spirit To his full height. On, on, you noblest HitSquad. Whose blood is fet from fathers that be Bluff- proof! Fathers that, like so many Alexanders, Have in these parts from morn till even fought And sheathed their Pocket Pairs for lack of argument: Dishonour not your mothers; now attest That those whom you call'd fathers did beget you. Be copy now to men of grosser blood, And teach them how to RAISE And you, good Squaddies , Whose limbs were, made on SkyPoker show us here The mettle of your pasture; let us swear That you are worth your breeding; which I doubt not; For there is none of you so mean and base, That hath not noble lustre in your eyes. I see you stand like greyhounds in the slips, Straining upon the start. The game's afoot: Follow your spirit, and upon this Flop Cry 'God' for Capo Hitman , SkyPoker Forum DTD , and The HitSquad !!!!! The Hitman & Bill Shakespeare [circa 2014] Posted by HITMAN_RV
You can quote Willie Wobbledagger all you like he never played poker.
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Forum DTD Battle Tonight, as one!!
INSPIRATION!!!!
Once more unto the Baize , Dear Comrades once more;
Or close the wall up with our HitSquad dead.
In peace there's nothing so becomes a man
As modest stillness and humility:
But when the blast of Poker blows in our ears,
Then imitate the action of the tiger;
Stiffen the sinews, summon up the blood,
Disguise Your Hand with hard-favour'd rage;
Then lend the eye a terrible aspect;
Let pry through the portage of the head
Like the brass cannon; let the brow o'erwhelm it
As fearfully as doth a galled Limp
O'erhang and jutty his confounded base,
Swill'd with the wild and wasteful ocean.
Now set the teeth and stretch the nostril wide,
Hold hard the breath and bend up every spirit
To his full height. On, on, you noblest HitSquad.
Whose blood is fet from fathers that be Bluff-proof!
Fathers that, like so many Alexanders,
Have in these parts from morn till even fought
And sheathed their Pocket Pairs for lack of argument:
Dishonour not your mothers; now attest
That those whom you call'd fathers did beget you.
Be copy now to men of grosser blood,
And teach them how to RAISE And you, good Squaddies,
Whose limbs were, made on SkyPoker show us here
The mettle of your pasture; let us swear
That you are worth your breeding; which I doubt not;
For there is none of you so mean and base,
That hath not noble lustre in your eyes.
I see you stand like greyhounds in the slips,
Straining upon the start. The game's afoot:
Follow your spirit, and upon this Flop
Cry 'God' for Capo Hitman, SkyPoker Forum DTD, and The HitSquad!!!!!
The Hitman & Bill Shakespeare
[circa 2014]
Poker is a lot like sex. Everyone thinks they are the best, but most don’t have a clue what they are doing. — Dutch Boyd (Talking about Hitsquad)