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I’ve equated my dating life thus far to a never-ending game of Blackjack with an old, garage-saled deck of cards. Let me explain!
- This battered deck has seen better days, its box is held together by Scotch tape, a rubber band and a prayer.
- That card with ‘Basic Playing Instructions’ – well, that’s gone. So I really have no clue how to play (the idea seems straight forward but obviously some skill and finesse is required).
- I do not have the time for BJ lessons! *single blink* Ahem. Moving on…
- There are no face cards in this deck.
But wait?! There are NO face cards in this deck!!! How in the HELL am I supposed to win a hand when the Kings have all been replaced with Jokers?
The answer’s simple: for those willing to stay at the table, make up your own rules. For those like me, trash the Jokers and buhn the games.