ok well one night I owned the Limelight huge for about 6 hundo at 1/3 NL
anyway cashed out for a cool 6 hundo profit and change about midnight or so and jumped in the pimp mobile to run home to smoke the chronic
but on the way home there is no liquor store. I was already on my way after pounding 4 brewskis at the LL but wanted some real booze, so I make a detour to have a few real drinks at this cow town shithole on Harbour Blvd in West Sac....basically major meth head ghetto out of the way....pool bar with this hot bartender I wanted to take another shot at...or at least have a few cocktails before I head back to the crib to crash out.
long story short, I walked in the bar pretty pumped up about snapping off pocket Queens with 2/4os and busting the bitch to my left talking mad shit all night....obv my style provokes severe tilt on the felt but thats neither here nor there I left a huge winner tonight.
I cash out from the Limelight and jump in the c70 and make a pit stop to buy a pack of Marlbs
Ok so I pull into the West Sac shit hole and resume hitting on this fine bartender. One of those hot girls that isn't hot because she has nice tits and ass...but fine because she is smart...and has this killer smile. man what a fucking hot slut. I told her to to run a tab and started asking these raghead faggots on the pool tables if they wanted to play for money and I get a $20.00 game. The guy was terrible I had seen a few shots he was a fucking pool noob. ez money.
so I lose the first game...actually I got smoked....the guy was a decent player but I played like an idiot and dropped 20...I go back to the bar and man up for another cocktail still talkin smack about ragheads and one dude comes over and asked me if I wanted to play for a $50.00.....obv rack em
so we are down to 2 balls...I had one stripe left and I drill it into the side and leave myself a no brainer into the corner....which I CHOKE
fuck
so I tell 'Abdul' (not his real name but might as well be).."nice game" and start walking back to the bar to man up for a last round. His shot was easy I figured I was toast.
as I get a few paces away from the bar I look back in time to see his buddy (6 foot 6 300 lbs min) drag the guys ball into the near corner....HE MISSED !
I walk back and I'm like 'whoah what the fuck was that man ? I saw that shit'
the 300 pound sand n-word piece of shit 'buddy' is like 'what did you see ?'
all 5'9 165 pounds of me gets up in his face and I say 'dude I saw what I saw....how fucking stupid do you think I am asshole ?'
he steps closer to me and obv this guy can crush me like a beer can if it comes to it...but I stand my ground...he says 'did you call me an asshole ?' (he had walked away at first and I muttered 'asshole' to the hot bartender)
dude gets in my face saying 'did you call me an asshole ?' again and I just stand there and go 'no but I am calling you a fucking cheater...I saw what I saw motherfucker'
he leans back and swings at me and I duck missing his bumbling overhand... and this dude on my left steps in and seperates us before I get my ass kicked lol and I am still staring that bitch down because I know I saw what I saw.
The bartender is telling me I better just drop it and the guy is on the other side of the bar screaming at me about how he is gonna kick my ass when I leave..etc etc yea whatever the fuck ever ragmeat.
So I am sitting at the bar I know I got rolled and the hot bartender is just telling me to drop it I am like fuck that.
I slugged back the rest of my 3rd Red Bull and Absolut and walk outside
sorry I saw the car you drove up in you sand n-word piece of shit
I keyed his piece of shit Toyota Matrix with a 2 foot long gouge.
Suck my cock, adversity.
Had a good thing going then on a dark Friday in April 2011 the DOJ fucked up my life...........................
Save a Cow - Eat a Vegetarian, they're grass-fed.
I received this fax from this prince in Nairobi. I wanted to help him with his problem and wanted to make a quick buck on the side. I unfortunately did not reply in the 24 hours that was listed on the fax. I know it was urgent but I procrastinated.To this day I still regret not helping this chap. I still lay awake at night and wonder if he finally got the money he deserved. I had put this demon to rest long ago but now this thread has drummed up old memories of personal hurt.
I haven't spoken about this in many years
but I'm still haunted by it today.
The scene, The B.C. Junior Golf Championship
at the exclusive, private, Capalaino Golf and Country Club
in the estate filled roads of West Vancouver.
First tee, already a sweaty mess, we're faced
with a drenched course and a steady downpour.
Rain gear on, I'm praying for any contact with
the ball period. The first is a par 5, downhill, normally
a good starting hole. I manage a low weak hook into the
left rough but I'm off. Crushed my second and actually landed it
on the green but it ended up on on the back fringe and the pin
was at the front a good 60 feet away.
I've got another problem, that of a small lake of
standing water between me and the pin.
Now I know the rules and I could have asked for relief
and would have been allowed to move my ball to a line
that would mostly avoid the water but I'm still in freaked out
mode so I just went ahead.
First putt hit the water and stopped, maybe ten feet away.
Second putt, still away, and I nail that baby hard......
and I watch as it whips by the pin and ends up on
the front fringe. Managed to sneak the next to within 2.5 feet
and missed that as well for a snowman(8),
five over after one hole. Quintuple bogey.
In a way it woke me up and I played the next
17 also at five over for an 82.
My only hope now was to make the cut on day two.
and get my money's worth.
Hacked my brains out on day two of my
first and only Provincial Championship.
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Just because you can doesn't always mean you should.
The problem with the world today is that nobody does anything based on principal anymore.
If you reach your 80's, consider your life in overtime. Sudden death overtime.
I'll never understand how swimmers get bitten by sharks. Can they not hear the music?
I was in a home invasion. After one guy was yelled at "NO SHOTS" (after asking if he can blow my head off). The others continued trying to bust open my melon with crowbars. Im still here. TRIUMPH BITCHES.
I opened up a yogurt the other day in the office before realizing that we only had plastic forks in the kitchen.
Speaking of yogurt, I went for my usual plain Greek yogurt this morning only to find that my girlfriend bought a week's worth of pumpkin pie Greek yogurts last night.
She has the dumbass female approach of 'let's try it!' regarding everything seasonal pumpkin while knowing that I am vehemently opposed. Definitely was a troll move, impressive too.
Garrett please PM me with possible solutions to make sure that she never does this again.
Sweating the last out of the World Series when San Fran's outfielders tried to let KC back in it.
Thankfully Bumgarner is god (jersey is on the way).
I recently found out I have several hundred million dollars tied up in the Nigerian banking system but can't come up with the few hundred dollars in fees to get the money.
Life is such a bitch.
Save a Cow - Eat a Vegetarian, they're grass-fed.
This morning (my day off) I rolled out of bed at 10am. My lovely wife had coffee already on, which is typical. I walked down the hallway into the livingroom and took my seat in front of the 'puter to browse my morning website routine. I kicked my feet up on the desk. It's going to be a beautiful, crisp fall day in Minnesota. I looked at my desk and a sweat started trickling from my brow. I looked at the end table next to my computer desk, and panic started to set in as I scanned the room around me in disbelief. No fucking peach cobbler..
Wife texted me from work 2 minutes later as I was just about to melt down, "Shit honey, peach cobbler is in the microwave, I warmed it up for you but forgot to set it on your desk."
Whew. I almost died right there. I went outside and knocked the back glass out of my Jeep for good measure.
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I battled the bottle for a decade. And gambling. I basically swore off gambling five years ago and moderate my drink now. Still get faced time and again, but not nearly to the level I used to.
Basically I have accomplished what Jewdonk has failed time and again to regulate. Which is precisely why he is in the armpit of Mexico.
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I had the gambling bug since I have been 21. The good thing is that the only time I give a shit about gambling is when I am in Vegas. I am now on the East Coast which makes it a much longer flight and I have no interest in these Indian casinos out here. So that has kind of solved itself for now.
I havent stopped drinking or really even moderated it, as I get too much enjoyment from it. For the most part, I find life boring with short-lived moments of excitement and joy. The booze helps me focus and not worry so much about how all our lives are pretty much meaningless in the scheme of things. Some people might call this depression and maybe it is. But I rather be a depressed drinker than change my brain chemistry with some SSRI which forces my brain to paint a pretty picture when that isnt what I really see. I think too many people get labeled as "depressed" when they dont feel like their is real purpose. I think they are just telling the truth.
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I'm hardly 'trolling' you Todd
just giving you shit when I feel you have it coming
you stated before that you don't care if people are critical of you, provided family and personal information is left out of the equation
well I think I have complied with those terms
I just think it's incredible how you spin facts , so therefore I'm going to call you on your bullshit when I see fit
I am definitely an alcoholic but I only drink wine now. I gave up Vodka and never was a beer fan. I now bounce back and forth between Cabs and Pinot Grigot and even Chardonnay.
By giving up Vodka I no longer have hangovers and my liver no longer hurts. When I gave up Vodka a couple years ago I had liver tests and the Doc told me I was fine, although he was candid that I needed to give up Vodka as if I continued I would be on the border of Liver disease 10 years from now. Which makes Jewdonk's celebration of downing a bottle or Tequila a day all the more confounding.
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