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  • A rowdy, encouraging crowd encircled the six foot table, as she peered down the crooked shaft she gently held in her two hands. Her eye tracked the warped wood to the splintered, chalked coated, blue tip.
    Her six foot, beer barreled, half cocked opponent stood flabbergasted as she completed a five ball run on the table and now eyed the game shot.
    He had his crotch hung over the pocket she was lined to sink the eight ball, as if his concealed penis might somehow redeem his inept pool game. He rambled on about how he was having an off night, and that although she was good he had 'beaten' better.
    He says; "Women have an advantage over men when they shoot pool because of their boobs."
    She found his amateurish attempts at distraction amusing and entertaining. They had no effect on her pool game whatsoever.
    Eight ball, bank shot, right corner pocket. The cue ball, hit perfectly, recoiled off the eight. The eight rolled smoothly down the table, and sunk cleanly into the corner pocket.
    Ballsy asked her; "Why didn't you take the easy shot"?
    She replied; "Your balls got in the way. Pay me my money."
    Busking street artist made fifty dollars, as the crowd cheered wildly!
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