Brother I have 15 kids in 15 countries with 15 womenOriginally Posted by tgull
At least I ain't the guy who openly bragged about banging some awful skank who tossed her own daughter in a ditch. You obviously don't have any kids yourself. Take solace in the fact you were probably dude #500 who polluted that hole. Sloppy seconds? More like sloppy 100s.
The original “three peat”
15 countries means 15 passports. Almost impossible unless you are a diplomat. Name the countries.Brother I have 15 kids in 15 countries with 15 women
The original “three peat”
Look pal why would having kids in different countries mean you have a passport in the country? I am not sure what you are saying here pal. We are not on the same page brother.
Look pal. I am done flaming with you, there is no money in it. Give me a couple stocks that are going 200% this week.
imagine being so dumb you think he needed 15 passports
Not a stock trader pal, you will have better luck flipping a coin brother.
Nicky Pipes works in cash and has one investment. Cash.
do you understand?
Any interest in staking me in a 30 dollar NL tournament at the VFW in Keeseville Brother Nicholas?
What’s Keesville?
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Is this a serious post ?15 countries means 15 passports. Almost impossible unless you are a diplomat. Name the countries.
Please tell me this isn’t real
leave him alone man its bad enough that his goldfish brain thought that in the moment
If you have never been to Keeseville NY you are not very well traveled. What's with the third degree brother?
Proud of you Tyde, by like 100x. Your journey is amazing. You found the balance, nothing comes before your sobriety. Not family, friends or work. When people ask me what I do for a living, I say its staying sober. I get a blank stare and laugh and say Oh, what I do for wages???
Sobriety and God Tyde, nothing else matters. Spread the word.
Cheryl story was funny and well told Tyde.
Ms Pac-Man recounted on YouTube some day would be a hit.
“They have surpassed all nations in impertinent fables, in bad conduct and in barbarism.”—François-Marie Voltaire
Hoe tough was it to get an Australian passport for your Perth trip?15 countries means 15 passports. Almost impossible unless you are a diplomat. Name the countries.
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Thanks for this post. You pretty much summed up exactly how I feel right now
I’m the last guy to ever tell people how to live their life, and you’ll never hear me grandstanding about the 12 steps or AA or God or any of that. It’s my business and nobody elses
There’s nothing more annoying that an ex alcoholic/drug addict who lectures others about their substance abuse issues.
I barely even mention that I don’t drink to people. I’m never judgmental and will never presume to preach about the evils of alcoholism.
Maybe I’ll write a post soon about my two self imposed stints in rehab, and getting 5150’d because it’s hilarious, not for anything other than it’s comedic value
I will say this though…
I never went to stupid AA meetings and rejected any kind of pharmaceuticals designed to curb ‘cravings’. fuck all that noise. Drinking for me has never been an ‘addiction’. I never saw little green monkeys or had the shakes etc. i’d go on week long benders and then just stop…recharge my body, and then go on another bender. It became a vicious cycle that started having real consequences
Anyway, after losing vertigo and tumbling down backwards doing cartwheels down 2 flights of concrete steps, I almost broke my neck and was seriously injured. That was kind of a turning point.
When recovering from that fall in an Oceanside hotel room. I did nothing but do shots and pass out for 8 days straight and didn’t eat a single meal. I was just laying in that room consumed with depression and barely slept. I only left the room to reload on booze.
After several days, I caught a glimpse of myself in the bathroom mirror and said out loud to myself ‘holy shit Martin, you’re a fucking mess’. My eyes were all bleary and I felt weak. My skin was pale and I barely recognized the reflection staring back at me
It’s weird because my stints in rehab were worthless, and the only thing that happened was it suddenly dawned on me that I was going to be dead soon if I kept going down this path.
I simply just stopped drinking. Never needed AA or support or 12 steps or any if that shit.
The best thing now is I love just feeling good. I’m always in a good mood and feel bulletproof. Nothing even phases me anymore. I shake off adversity like a dog shakes off fleas. I don’t even think about drinking anymore. It’s not like this ‘hang in there…one day at a time’ struggle to stay sober. Quite the opposite
I’m smack dab in the middle of Las Vegas which has temptation around every corner, and I walk around this place without a care in the world not even remotely concerned about falling back into old habits
It just comes down to feeling great inside and out. That’s rewarding enough in itself.
/end rant
That is incredibly soulful. I never broke my neck drunk, but I did fracture my wrist punching a wall after getting two outed with a fucking queen on the river, but that is beside the point.Thanks for this post. You pretty much summed up exactly how I feel right now
I’m the last guy to ever tell people how to live their life, and you’ll never hear me grandstanding about the 12 steps or AA or God or any of that. It’s my business and nobody elses
There’s nothing more annoying that an ex alcoholic/drug addict who lectures others about their substance abuse issues.
I barely even mention that I don’t drink to people. I’m never judgmental and will never presume to preach about the evils of alcoholism.
Maybe I’ll write a post soon about my two self imposed stints in rehab, and getting 5150’d because it’s hilarious, not for anything other than it’s comedic value
I will say this though…
I never went to stupid AA meetings and rejected any kind of pharmaceuticals designed to curb ‘cravings’. fuck all that noise. Drinking for me has never been an ‘addiction’. I never saw little green monkeys or had the shakes etc. i’d go on week long benders and then just stop…recharge my body, and then go on another bender. It became a vicious cycle that started having real consequences
Anyway, after losing vertigo and tumbling down backwards doing cartwheels down 2 flights of concrete steps, I almost broke my neck and was seriously injured. That was kind of a turning point.
When recovering from that fall in an Oceanside hotel room. I did nothing but do shots and pass out for 8 days straight and didn’t eat a single meal. I was just laying in that room consumed with depression and barely slept. I only left the room to reload on booze.
After several days, I caught a glimpse of myself in the bathroom mirror and said out loud to myself ‘holy shit Martin, you’re a fucking mess’. My eyes were all bleary and I felt weak. My skin was pale and I barely recognized the reflection staring back at me
It’s weird because my stints in rehab were worthless, and the only thing that happened was it suddenly dawned on me that I was going to be dead soon if I kept going down this path.
I simply just stopped drinking. Never needed AA or support or 12 steps or any if that shit.
The best thing now is I love just feeling good. I’m always in a good mood and feel bulletproof. Nothing even phases me anymore. I shake off adversity like a dog shakes off fleas. I don’t even think about drinking anymore. It’s not like this ‘hang in there…one day at a time’ struggle to stay sober. Quite the opposite
I’m smack dab in the middle of Las Vegas which has temptation around every corner, and I walk around this place without a care in the world not even remotely concerned about falling back into old habits
It just comes down to feeling great inside and out. That’s rewarding enough in itself.
/end rant
Congrats on your recovery. Here is the deal, I am a little down on my luck. Fucking landlord is driving me nuts. Would you mind sparing a like 5 c-notes from your recent windfall? I'll get it back to you later this year, just waiting on this fucking estate sale to clear. I'll even put a $50 spot on it for you.
You are doing great friend, an inspiration to say the least. I cannot be more proud of you. I have all online payment options but not bitcoin. Block is preferred, less fees.
Imagine being so dumb you think a single thing about Nicky Pipes is srysIs this a serious post ?
Please tell me this isn’t real
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