It's almost midnight here in the UK. We've just had a Christmas Party in our home for some of our closer friends, then we all finished up down the pub.
Number 3 son, who is 18, just telephoned me with a serious problem. He's round at his mates house, where a bunch of his pals are playing poker. 7 card stud.
He has 3 sevens and 2 queens in his hand with a jack and a 3, his mate has a prial of aces on the table face up with a seven also showing. Should he:
Turn to Jehovah?
Come home it's past his bedtime doesn't he realise that I am head of the house?
Run like what Joseph did when Potiphars missus gave him the come-on?
Put his shirt and everything he owns on the bet? Slim chance of the fourth ace being in his pals hand IMO.
Englishman, who told him to undoe his shirt.
Bring on the dancing girls!