An unexpected turn of events occurred at the poker game this evening. Charlie stood up and slammed down his cards, one by one, shouting (in beat to the rhythm of the slamming cards) "This ..is ..not ..the ..hand ..I ..was ..dealt ..Goddamn bunch of thieves!!!" This shocked the shit out of us. Brian went looking for his bat, while I go: "OK Charles, tell me whose hand you think it is ?" He bellows "The cards I had went up to 0.732 ..these are only around like 0.53" I had no idea what he was talking about. I looked at his cards ..queen of hearts ..seven of spades ..two of diamonds ..they did look random, which is kind of like a 50/50 propositio