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Originally Posted by
Lord of the Fraud
You can play that at your local, no?
Go get an 8ball of flake and hit some bars and shit. It's sin city Larry. Grab those chips and go get a whore in your room and snort some quality lemo outa her cornhole.
And that's just for starters.
[you're kind of trolling here, but i'll give you honest response as a way to extend an olive branch of sorts]
No I can't. as i've said many times, in this thread and in others, they don't play LHE here in Chicago/Indiana high enough for me to consider playing, as it's 3/6 lhe) sometimes they get a 40 game going in Milwaukee and there's sometimes one in Indiana, but nah.
There is ONE game in chicago land that runs all the time, but it's impossible to get into, and i hate playinh during the day. It's in Aurora. it's a 10/20 game. But it closes at 5 am due to Illinois law so the game breaks. it can't go all night. one of the edges in LHE is that it goes forever, and the strongest survive. there's no taking someone's money in one hand. you have to bleed it from eachother. I like the slowness of it. I also like the oldness of it too.
as for the coke, never once in my life have I done it. So, at 31, I think it's best to leave that be. I hit plenty of bars (you must not have been reading since you're in the UK) with Jack Daniels and got drunk when it was time to, and sobered up and played poker when it was time to. It wasn't a straight vacation. There was work to do. But when the work was over and belive me, I was mad every time I busted bc I wanted to win, then fun was had. Not before. I wish I could've had the MOST FUN, which would've been winning a bracelet. That's why there isn't whore's in my room and me eating out girls assholes (which I wouldn't do bc I'm civilized). I don;t know why you'd wanna know about that anyway. kinda weird.
strip club is all ya get. I guess you had to be there to know how fucking awesome and divey it was. Me and Brandon, discussing vegas, in a dimly neon lit strip club, off the strip, smoking parliments.
When we walked out at 7 am, man it was classic. I can't tell you enough. We both looked at each other and laughed. That fucking sun was BLAZING. Drexel was upset he didn't have sunglasses. It was a classic end to a classic evening.
(oh and one other thing: Druff, if you're going to clean the thread up of the trolling, don't. it really shows the true character of some of the beloved posters. we should keep it for posterity reasons)
