The Last Big BetJilly Dybka
When the apocalypse calls and really there isn't much that can be done, I want to be playing poker with my family. We'd play while we wait for nukes to bombard, as the sedate deck compliantly grants the King With the Axe, exactly the card that my mother needs. Anthrax: I draw one. Dirty bombs: I have to call. Jet plane bombs: Raise you two. Bioweapons: Fold. Imagine the night of the apocalypse. There is nothing that is left to lose: I am all in.
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