
If we were cops, we'd pull over every car with dancing bear stickers and test them for pot. Seriously, is there anything dumber than advertising that you're a hemp-addled patchouli-stinking jam-band-loving hippie to an officer of the law? Wait, we might have just found it. Show up to our home game channelling His Royal Laakness and we'd be prone to assume you got your buy-in for the game by robbing a liquor store on your way over. Rating: Assumptive

We wonder at times if the days of the wild frontiersman are over, and then we visit Saskatoon and we're no longer in any doubt. We like guys like this at the poker table. After finally emerging from the broken frost of an Sasketchawanian thaw and trudging through forest and over dale to civilization, he's not about to lay down King-Ten to a preflop raise. Rating: Dan Haggertyish

In case you were curious, that's not a beer, it's a Fresca. Yes, a Fresca is refreshing, and yes it is remotely possible that the effervescence contained therein could shock one into hipsteresque surprise, but we're not entirely unconvinced he's just play-acting. Or Mormon. Doesn't matter. Rating: Straight-Edge

Hey! It's Fred Durst! Oh, wait a minute... This is the guy in your Tuesday night bar game that makes the baby end of a straight with a two-gapper on the flop, doesn't bet you off your draw, and threatens to kick your ass all over the parking lot on your outdraw, only after he's done with his Bud Light. When exactly did Brian Urlacher become synonymous with the suburban thug-lite anyway? Just take comfort in knowing that next time you get your oil changed, it'll be this dipshit holding your dipstick. Rating: Testosteriffic

We may be a little rough on the hoi polloi at times, but at least we don't anthropomorphisize our pets. Yes yes, "Dogs Playing Poker." We get it. Can we play now, or do you need another couple of minutes to set up your Ruby-Kills-Oswald hamster diorama? Rating: Someone Call PETA

We can't decide if this girl is really really hot, or trying way too hard to be cute. Right there would be our problem. We'd be staring at her with that sort of miasmatic cloud of uncertainty in our eyes as she teetered towards hot every time she furrowed her brow when peering at her hole cards, and went over to the other end as she kept on suggesting we throw the Modest Mouse album in after we finally get done listening to Zeppelin. You know, we should just avoid girls who are going to keep us on tilt all night and stick to dating strippers like Grampa told us. Rating: Never Ignore A Korean War Vet On His Deathbed
With all respect and inspiration due from The Black Table...
Thanks to Flickr users babybloo, candrie, phlippy22, stephen.wright, uhammer28 and vezollin for the pictures.
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