Las Vegas GF Chat Room

Of course you think that you demented, old fool. You have spent 20 years trolling, lying to the gambling community and making up fantastical claims, Trying to hide the fact that you are just another degenerate, losing gambling addict.

So naturally you think everyone else is trolling and playing the same games.

ZenKing is well known to many APs in Vegas. He isn't some troll like you.

 

Nice try, asshole.

I went to the doc last Thurs., my health is fine, as is my wife's.

Actually I am a bit constipated at the moment and hope to shit out a little Argentino doll.

Little, little Robbie Argentino, the big bully just can't stand it when a bigger, nastier bully kicks sand in his fucking face.

 

Shoot
Have you always identified as male?
I had you picked as a non binary
I thought mr v stood for man vagina.
Or are you non identifying something else, this political correctness is so confusing, but your wife is female? Or is the whole house non binary? Should make washing day novel.
Just remember when we die maggots are not biased. Cheers

 

Time to Die



Ikkyu, the Zen master, was very clever even as a boy. His teacher had a precious teacup, a rare antique. Ikkyu happened to break this cup and was greatly perplexed. Hearing the footsteps of his teacher, he held the pieces of the cup behind him. When the master appeared, Ikkyu asked: "Why do people have to die?"

"This is natural," explained the older man. "Everything has to die and has just so long to live."

Ikkyu, producing the shattered cup, added: "It was time for your cup to die."

 

Lol
How true.
All are equal, and death the great leveller.
All life
Born
Eat/ breath
Shit
Die.
No exceptions, no biases as to what you did in life or what you did not. What you think of yourself or others ,meaningless .
Death , maggot food.
Lol.

 

LOL is right. Translation: PunkCity doesn't home a home, so don't judge him. It's amazing how transparent people are in their posting repartee. So everything is meaningless because everyone winds up as worm food? I guess Punk just learned we ain't all immortal. Pretty funny. Punk, we ain't immortal -- you got that right -- but what you write lives on forever. Like a million years from now, some alien race will know that the real-name-redacted PunkCity didn't own a home.

No big deal, Punk. Home ownership is not a big deal. You gotta deal with floods and insurance and wayward possums and the occasional homeless breaking into the garage and all that. As much a hassle as anything else.

As far as what's been done in life and what has value, to pull up a famous quote, "They say time is money, but really it's not. If we ever go broke, time is all we got."

 

I have owned 4 homes, 2 condos, 2 houses (one which I never lived in) and have never had to deal with a wayward possum situation. A scorpion and grasshoppers back in the 2019 grasshopper invasion, but never a possum.

By the way LV is experiencing another much smaller scale grasshopper invasion at the moment. And this mornings thunderstorms (a rarity in LV) will only aid in that population growth. But even so, no where near the biblical stuff we saw in 2019, when people were bringing brooms and brushed out to sweep the grasshoppers off the car so you could see out the window.

 

I remember that. I got into LV late night, like really late, rented a car and thought I'd eat at the Orleans at 2 AM and crash in the car until daybreak and save myself paying for a Saturday night. But my plan required having the windows cracked or down so I could doze in the car with it being 95 degrees at night. Unfortunately, thousands of grasshoppers were flying pell-mell all around the car, so having the windows down was not an option conducive to napping. I got about an hour sleep with the windows up due to the horde. It was hot as hell, but better than inhaling grasshoppers in my sleep.

It was really something. The entrance to M was covered. Downtown had some massive collections of dead grasshoppers everywhere.

 

The news dubbed them "flying grasshoppers", but they weren't really flying. they had very thin, almost transparent wings that allowed them to jump and then glide a very long way. However, that said, I live on a pretty high floor of a condo building and in the morning there would be a hundred or more of these things dead on the balcony. I have no idea how they got up there (hopping/gliding from balcony to balcony?) or what caused them to all die by morning. It really was a bizarre thing, but only lasted 3 weeks to a month, if I remember and was gone as quickly as it came.

 

A plague of grasshoppers, eh?

I recall one year in stumptown we had an infestation of millipedes.

Few things are as alarming as having them swarm your driveway, garage, and sneak under the doors and get into your home.

Also I recall one summer flying back to New Hampshire to vacation at my cabin on Lake Winnipesaukee: there were what I called "tent caterpillars" everywhere, with their filmy white cocoon structures throughout all the deciduous trees (esp. birch): a truly eerie sight, like spider webs run amuck.

 

We had tent caterpillars in Pennsylvania for a few years back in the 80's. They were a real problem. They ravaged the trees up and down valleys in central Pennsylvania. Some areas as much as several miles long looked like something out of horror films.

 

You really a stupid man.
Time is the most finite thing to a living being. It is the most valuable commodity.

In your haste to have a idiotic dig at me you should pull your head out of your arse completely when reading posts on a forum or at least wipe the shit from your fucktard goggles you have been issued with from the wiz forum so you can read properly. I do understand you have next to zero comprehension skills and have no idea about context or even what the like button is for.
If you did you would see I agreed with mrv house post verses VAN life some days ago. I’m a owner of housing.

The death post of mine was in response to the Zen post by mrv two separate subjects.

I understand you are debt bound owing money to your loan shark, yes the government can wait for taxes but six finger Louie can’t, lol and you can’t go to Vegas, fool.

Your aspiration that an alien will read your writing before all others is astounding and just shows how out of touch you are with reality. If you think they are interested in your tripe you write you will be just as disappointed when you realise the podcasts you produce are inane dribble that’s manly muffled by the annoying sound of your constant jerk off in the background.
To address your other post
Slink off to the aircon = air conditioning casinoverse you have no intelligence, here in skipptophia we can lay bets in the many $0000 at the internet bookies anytime . No one says we can only put $10 as a limit. Unless the bookie is running a special campaign they may restrict a min and max bet. The TAB ( name of betting company here) is running a “on venue” promo, they up your odds by 10% but max bet is $500 , the min bet is $1.
Sports betting big in USA and we know nothing about it here in skipptophia ? just shows your limited knowledge of the industry. shows your lack of comprehension again and again.
Don’t go to Vegas you’ll get eaten, stay in the shithole your in , keep pretending you have meaning to anyone, if I was married to someone like you I’d have committed suicide years ago or at least done my best to get cancer because that pain is more enjoyable than anything you say or write. Not to mention the smells that come from your podcast room, phew boy at least throw the tissues out.

Oh the aliens will appreciate you, lol ,you fool.

 

So you live in a tent and still can’t pay your taxes? You have a gambling problem and you believe alien ( real aliens aliens or the Mexican alien aliens) are hanging on your every word like a gullible child.
Oh wow this not being able to comprehend context is really fun , wearing your fuctard shit covered goggles is illuminating.

Oh shoot , look at what a fun life we are missing out on , hiding from six fingers Louie the bag man, hiding from the government over taxes, jerking off during podcast recording and waiting for aliens to give you a literary award for meaningless pap.

Yes aliens with advanced intellect, advanced technology are going to your tent , rummage through your cum tissue collection peel open your sticky manuscript and LEARN something from you , dietz. Hahaha hahahaha hahahaha hahahaha, oh what joy they will have when they manage to splice you ancient podcast technology into their inferior spacecraft console and listen to you jerk off as you mumble your way through your random murmurings of self importance. Yes they probably form a cult for your godly outpouring of dried up body fluids. Hahaha haahaa

Honestly the world doesn’t care about you , don’t care about some loser leaving their tent in Pennsylvania grifting to hobo vill Las Vegas tracking kewlj and mdawge for a podcast. It’s called stalking by the way. It has as much relevance as aliens coming to your tent in a million years time. Hahaha

 

Of course not; I've never seen this truth made clearer than by Albert Camus in the final page of "The Stranger:"

"For the first time, the first, I laid my heart open to the benign indifference of the universe"

 

Translation: I was spot on. Punk doesn't own a home. Big surprise. Don't feel bad, punk. Nobody's judging you.

 

Redietz lives in Possum Holler, Tennessee where possums are plentiful. Hunts possums. Eats possum pie and possum stew. Wears possum skin boots.. Goes to the possum rodeo.

 

That little flame reminds me of "The Beverly Hillbillies" with possum being passed around the billiards table using the "pot passer" (pool cue).

 

''Possum innards are just as good the second day''. - YouTube

We had some big ass raccoons living in the neighborhood, but they seem to have left. One was so chubby he got into the trash can and couldn't get out. The possums, on the other hand, are too small to be good eatin'. So we feed them. They're scrawny enough that I worry the local owls will get them.

 

If you ever learned to read between the lines.....

It could've been possible, you know. All it would have taken is not to have those crossed wires upstairs as a result of the things your perverted mommy did while she was pregnant with you. In turn, that led to your inability to make the correct choices in life which turned you into a pathetic queer, along with those heart problems you keep having, that infected blood you pump which leads to repeated bouts with covid, and why you ended up a broken down loner in a LV slum who needed to concoct an alternate reality life on internet forums due to an ongoing socially unproductive real life.

It also clearly explains why you always fight with and lie about more successful people. A true study in psychotic behavior.

 

Enuf with trying to help kew comprehend his failures. Here's this week's Singer Five:

Cinn -3.5 over Mia
Dal -3 over Wash
Chi +3 over NYG
LV -2.5 over Den
Minn -2.5 over NO

In a nutshell---Miami isn't for real; Dallas has a TRUE QB in Cooper Rush; the Giants blow; it's time for the Raiders to wake up; and Minnesota (and Kirk Cousins) is far better prepared to handle the trip to London than black college rapist Jamies Winston.