Supreme Super-Loser of the Universe


Yes, that would be me. I was defeated in 4 of 6 games of 500 last night, granting me that auspicious title. Hopefully next week I can pass the crown to one of my worthy friends.

Despite this crushing defeat, there were a couple bright spots. I won the biggest bid possible, netting myself 520 points. The irony: the bid required that I lose every trick, so even my major victory made me a loser.

Also, t-shirt idea: "Condoms are for Weenies". You saw it here first, folks.


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