Date: Thu, 21 Nov 1996 07:07:11 -0800 (PST)
Title: We gonna play stud?

Bud and Grubb burst thru the card room door into the bar.  Azi and I
remain seated at the bar. Bud asks, not at all surprised that I'm there,
"So ya decided ta make it back an save th' day, eh Boss?"

"Yeah, I just couldn't resist th' temptation to come by and play you and
your friends in a  game of stud poke. Why don't we get Ray to
draw us some Hollenbecks and retire to the card room.  You want to play,
don't you?"

Grubb responds, "Yep, sure do.  Meybee we cin play fer that '95 Fat Boy
a' yers.  Ain't this the Hollen Brew birthday?  We could..."

Bud interrupts, "Better yet, let's play for yer old man there.  He's
a real prize, ain't he?  Looks like his eye's swole up pretty bad tho."

*apoc.o.pe \*-'pa.k-*-(.)pe-\ n [LL, fr. Gk apokope-, lit., cutting off, fr.
apoloptein to cut o]ff, fr. apo- + koptein to cut - more at CAPON : the
loss of one or more sounds or letters at the end of a word.

later,
d.


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