You Can't Make This Sh*t Up (Part B.)

The game has barely started and I'm (almost) on tilt.
But DC The Plumber is here.... and at the top of his game. Not poker. DC plays loosey goosey and really doesn't seem to care that much whether he wins or not. And he's a philosopher of sorts. With some mannerisms that I couldn't describe if I tried.
Ben mentions that this kind of weather must be good for DC's business.
DC's retort: "I'd rather be pushing a pencil than a turd but..."
I wish he'd warn me before I SIP MY SCALDING HOT COFFEE!!!!
This guy's a trip. He's five foot nothing and can't way more than 120.
But he's not shy...at all. DC's mouth gets him in trouble. A lot.

Most of the regulars know him and just laugh at his antics but, once in awhile, there's a stranger at the table who takes him seriously.
"Get it fixed, bitch!", he tells the guy when he shows the winner.
The rest of the table laughs but this guy isn't having any of it.
"Maybe we should go outside for a minute" comes out of his mouth before I can tell him DC's harmless.
DC isn't phased at all that the guy's got him by 6 inches and fifty pounds.
"You feeling froggy? Jump!"
We're all laughing so hard by now that even the stranger can't stay mad.

Come say hi. I'll introduce you.
DC's a trip...or tripping. Depends on the day.