Baccarat The Greatest System Ever! Click bait title, a short story

A short drunk fictional story typed on my iPhone at 1:00am



All characters and events in this story are not based on real people, any resemblance to a real person living or dead is just a coincidence.



Madge and I have been together for what feels like a lifetime, we both met when we were 15 years old working at my father’s restaurant. My father was a good man, but firm and strict and semi-controlling. For instance: he used to tell me that one day I would grow up to run the family business, and that I would be better at it than he ever was—that he would show me how to be the best. I had bussed tables ever since I could remember, my father told me that when I turned 15 I could become a waiter; but I didn’t want to be a waiter, I wanted to work with Tim and his dad at the comic book store. Since I wasn’t fond of reading, my old man told me I should just stick to what I’m good at. I’ve always hated that phrase, “stick to what I’m good at.” I’m good at masturbation, but if I stick to that, it’s all I’ll ever be good at.



So I stuck it to him, I waited tables at the restaurant when I turned 15. That’s where I met Madge, she got a job as a waitress as a favor to her mom, someone my father was always fond of. I was encouraged to go to college for a degree in business management, my father always wanted me to take the family business further in ways that he never could. Instead, I took several writing courses, for you see… I was going to be the greatest writer the world had ever seen!



During my third summer at college, my father became very ill, so I took over most of the restaurant duties until he passed away that following winter. Business was great in the beginning, my father wasn’t always the greatest dad, but he had a fine reputation at our family diner. Madge managed the frontline and I took care of things in the back. Business declined over the years that I took over, and partially because I was never as passionate about the restaurant as my father had been. A stupid company called Yelp came around and I blame them for our downfall. A few customers had a bad experience, one notably even said our burgers were indistinguishable from a shit sandwich. How would he even know what shit tastes like? I tried it once, I was taking a shower and suddenly my guts started calling me. Instead of getting out, I just squatted and took a crap in the shower. I never quite realized how bad my own shit stunk since there’s no ass to block the smell from coming up from the toilet. I tried stepping on it to get it to go down the little drain, the drain was like a strainer that made shit pasta. Not entirely sure why in the moment I decided to try a little piece that got stuck between my toes, but I did, and in my opinion it didn’t taste nearly as good as our burgers. I still hate it that people focus on the bad reviews. I decided to create fake profiles to boost my ratings and use those to anyone who questioned the bad reviews. No matter how hard I tried to push the fake reviews, things just got inevitably worse for the family business.



Ultimately, I decided it might be in my best interest to sell the restaurant and pursue my writing career. Besides, Madge and I had been together for over 18 years at this point and she really wanted to get married. Don’t get me wrong, I love Madge, she’s the only woman I’ve ever been with, she’s really good to me and my father loved her as well. Truth be told, I didn’t see myself with her for the rest of my life, she was just there until I became a successful author.



After listing the restaurant in a few classified ads as a turn-key business, I had a great response from a man in the industry who owned a small chain of sub shops. He proposed we have dinner at a steak house to go over some of my financials and for him to prepare a written offer. The steak house was about 30 minutes outside of my home town in a casino. I had never been to a casino, and when I mentioned that to him over dinner, he insisted we go play for a bit. I was immediately taken back by the lights and the sounds and the entire environment was just so extravagant. I could easily spend all of my free time in there and die a happy man. He tried to get us in a craps game, but the table was filled with loud obnoxious men yelling and screaming. I have to admit that it was a bit intimidating, so when he changed his mind and led us to the roulette table, I was relieved. I had seen roulette in the movies, and had a small understanding of how to play, you’ve got all these numbers and you pick one that you think the ball is going to land on, simple enough. The man said, “let’s buy in!” As we both simultaneously started pulling out our wallets, I saw him throw down several crisp $100 bills. I felt embarrassed as I had only about $54 in cash on me. I insisted that I’d rather watch the game for awhile before committing to it.



I can’t remember for sure how much he bought in with, but I do remember that he left with $2,500! It’s not that he was good, he just had common sense. I fully expected him to be betting on numbers, but he was betting entirely on something else that I hadn’t been aware of. They have what are called outside bets, black and red, even and odd, high and low. They basically cover half of the board, and at one point he winked at me and said, “it’s pretty easy, the casino is stupid enough to post the results on that little electronic board, as you can see… nothing ever goes more than 5 in a row. So you just have to start out relatively small and increase your bets until you win—which inevitably has to happen.” He was right, I looked at the board and never saw any of the reds or blacks go more than 5 in a row.



I walked with him as he cashed out, we shook hands and he told me to think about his offer. His offer was very generous, but it also meant that my life was going to make a serious change. Madge and I lived in the apartment building above the restaurant, the sale was for the entire building. I told Madge that night that his highest offer was $350,000. She was over-filled with joy. I knew her instant reaction was already to buy the small victorian style house on the other side of town that had been on the market for 6 months, and it was modestly priced at $125,000. It just needed a little bit of work to get back to its glory days.



So figure in about $25,000 for renovations, that would leave us with $200,000, definitely enough of a pillow until I can work on my writing career and while Madge finds a new place to wait tables for. The sellers of the home had it listed as contingent on them finding a new house to move into as they still lived in the little victorian place. We decided to rent a small apartment that went month to month in a part of town we didn’t care for, but seeing as how it was temporary, we knew it was the best option.



After the sale, I checked my bank balance daily. I’d never seen that much money in my life and couldn’t believe it was all mine. I could move to a third world country and retire, marry a beautiful young attractive girl and give Madge a small chunk of the money too so that I didn’t seem like a total asshole. A few months later, I decided to go to my old restaurant and see all the changes they had done, I knew that it wasn’t the same food. The new owner turned it into another one of his sub shop chains. I was surprised to see him in there when I visited. He gleefully ran up to me and gave me a hug, what kind of man hugs another man that they barely know? I shrugged off the strange hug and asked him how the new shop was doing, he was overly excited which made me cringe a little bit, but apparently things were great. One of the last things he said to me would forever change my life…



“So did you take that $350k and triple it on roulette”?



I’ve forgotten how many countless nights that question has resonated in my head. That’s over a million dollars. He shared with me the secret. I couldn’t think of a reason why I shouldn’t triple that money. I could give Madge the entire amount of the restaurant sale when I leave her and just tell her I don’t care about the money, while she had no idea that I still had $700,000!



In order to pull this off, I would have to do it without telling Madge my idea, or else my plan of giving her $350,000 wouldn’t work and I would feel terrible for leaving her. I went to the bank and withdrew $10,000 and headed straight to the casino. I had never felt so paranoid in my life, the thought of someone following me and killing me over that amount of money was so apparent that I couldn’t shake it. I had never parked valet anywhere before that day, but chose to when I arrived so that if anyone had followed me from the bank, I would be safely inside before they could get to me. I went straight to the roulette table where a younger couple were playing with small dollar chips spread out on the numbers, you should have seen their mouths drop when I flopped down $10,000 on the table and told the dealer, “all black.” The dealer yelled out, “changing $10,000!” Why in the world would this asshole do that?! He has just drawn a bunch of unwanted attention on me. A pit boss approached the table and said, “changing $10,000, go ahead.” He then asked for my card, I told him I didn’t have one and he asked me for my I.D.. I felt like I was doing something illegal.



The young couple that was originally there, inevitably lost and as they were leaving, the guy said “good luck buddy.” Ha, as if I needed luck, they’ve already witnessed me win over $1,300 in profit. I knew the secret, I could have shared, but I need to get to a million before I tell anyone else. Why the man who bought my restaurant told me, I’ll never know. I guess he’s just stupid.



I left that night up $1,500. I even tipped the valet guy $20. I figured I’d just hit them for a couple thousand here and there before they figure out that I can beat them. On my way home, I stopped and bought three dozen flowers for Madge, I had only ever got her flowers one other time in my life, the day that we went to her prom. I felt good, seeing her reaction to the flowers were priceless, I even felt good knowing that we were probably going to be on good terms when I left her and she had all of that money to start her own life with. She could buy that house, maybe I’d just move to Las Vegas and continue making a ton of money so that I could one day be able to afford a nice beach house and spend out my days writing books and dating young women.



My second day at the casino didn’t go as good as the first, I had brought with me $11,360. My first trip, I was making $100 bets, I had won 15 bets and profited $1,500, but there was another guy there betting $100 chips and the dealer wouldn’t give me black, so I told him to give me purple, those were the $500 denominations. My first bet didn’t have any affect on me, I had made a few $800 bets the last trip, and while those gave me a little bit of anxiety, I was a little more calm knowing that I couldn’t lose. I won! And not only did I win my first bet, I won 7 in a row, $3,500 in a matter of minutes! Within the hour I had won $5,000, and then the bullshit happened. I lost 4 bets in a row and my 5th bet called for an $8,000 bet. I had the money, but the dealer told me no bet, that the table limit was $5,000. He said I could bet $5,000, and I panicked, I didn’t want to bet $5,000, I wanted to bet $8,000, damnit! He pushed my bet off of the red diamond and said again, “no bet.” As he spun the ball, I tried to push $5,000 back onto the red and he said, “I’m sorry sir, no more bets.”



Can you believe it, that ball landed on 23 red. This fucker just cost me $8,000. I told him that I wanted to speak to his boss. When the boss came over I explained to him that I had an $8,000 bet on the table that the dealer pushed off, and then he wouldn’t accept my $5,000 bet, and it would have won. The pit boss apologized and told me that the limit is $5,000 and that I have to have my bet in sooner. I saw his name tag, “Doug.” Fuck Doug, fuck that dealer. I pushed out $5,000 on red and said, “watch this…. DOUG!” 35 black. I pushed the remainder of my chips out and said, “I don’t care.” 13 black.



Fuck this.



I stormed out of the casino with nothing. I was pissed. They fucked me. But they hadn’t seen the last of me, oh no. I was going to own that casino, and the first thing I planned on doing was firing Doug and that dealer and laughing in their stupid asshole faces!



I knew I had a lot to recover, $10,000 wasn’t a lot in the grand scheme of things, but it did hurt losing that much. The next day I went to the bank and withdrew $30,000. Instead of betting $500 chips, I was just going to make my base bet $250 so that my 5th bet wouldn’t be over the table limit.



I was relieved that neither Doug nor that god awful dealer were there the next evening. I had told Madge that I was going out of town to see my cousin that day and may not be back until the morning. I had all night to not only win back my money, but to put a small dent in the casino. I had nearly did it, I made over $8,000 before black went 9 in a row. How the hell can a 50/50 game go 9 in a row, that’s gotta be a fluke. I had never seen it do that before, 5 in a row I can see, but 9? That’s crazy and 1 in a million. The worst part was that after I had lost my 5th bet of $4,000, I made a $5,000 bet following it, and then again, and then again. I stopped at that point and of course it would have won. I’m starting to think this new dealer is cheating.



I started over, but couldn’t believe that I only had less than 7 grand on me. With these stupid table limits, it would just take forever to get my money back and put that dent in the casino. I bitched to the dealer that their table limits are dumb, and she said, “limits are $25,000 in the high-limit room. The high-limit room? Why had I been wasting my time here. Instead of playing my 7k, I went to check it out. They had a $100 minimum table with $10,000 max, and a $250 minimum table with $25,000 max. I could destroy them. I knew what I had to do.



I came home early that night to Madge’s pleasant surprise and told her that I decided I would go see my cousin tomorrow as the drive was already exhausting me less than half way there.



Draining my bank account wasn’t an easy feat, I had to go to 4 different banks to successfully withdraw all of my funds. I wasn’t playing around this time, I already knew what I had to do, and that was wait for 3 losses in a row before starting my bet, and use a bankroll of 7 levels to insure that I would never lose.



I won’t bore you with the details. I learned some very valuable lessons on this dreadful night. While some would say I gambled away a $350 thousand dollar inheritance, the truth is, I just paid for the greatest college education one could ever have. I learned that you can’t play emotionally, that you have to stick to your plan, that 10 in a row can happen.



Madge didn’t take the news lightly, the only other time I had seen her cry this hard was after her mother passed away from a 2 year fight with cancer. I was torn between anger and hurt when I watched her cry, I was hurt because I do feel like I betrayed her, but I was angry because she couldn’t see that this was a speed bump, in the grand scheme of it all, this was just a small amount of money in comparison to the millions that I could win.



The following weeks were miserable. I shouldn’t have drained the account, I don’t know why I didn’t leave at least $50,000, that could have been seed money, we could have at least moved into a nicer apartment. Madge stuck around, and she was smart for doing so, my ideas are her ticket out of this life. She’ll never meet a man like me, someone who will one day be able to buy a casino. She mostly avoided talking to me for a couple weeks, our first conversation was her telling me I need to find work, she only had $2,000 in savings and she wanted us to save up for a better apartment in a better neighborhood. I told her that I could easily double the $2,000 if she would just give it to me, I even tried sharing with her the secret to winning, but she wouldn’t listen. This made me angry, and I even briefly thought about how when I do become a millionaire that it’ll make it easier to leave her with nothing.



It wasn’t hard for Madge to find work, she got a counter job at the sub shop in my old family restaurant. I told her that it was disrespectful to me and my father that she work there, but she said the bills have to be paid. This only instilled the idea in me that when I do get out of this hole, that I’m not gonna help her.



That’s when it hit me! I didn’t feel comfortable sharing the secret of success with the world, but maybe if it were just a few people. My biggest fear is that if too many people know my secret, the casinos will be forced to close down before I can get rich. I started writing, I was going to write the greatest gift the world had ever received. If I just make it ridiculously expensive, it will help keep it a secret to only me and a few dozen people that are worthy and smart enough to pay a few hundred dollars for it. With that money, I’ll be able to rebuild bigger and better than ever before!



I spent hours on what would be my magnum opus, the greatest strategy the world would ever see! I realized that it wasn’t incredibly difficult to understand, so I wasn’t able to really highlight my great writing skills, but it was there, all the information anyone would ever need to know to grow a money tree…. 31 pages. That bugged me a little, not much of a book really, but it’s not the quantity, but the quality of the material. Even great writers just put so much bullshit into their stories, I read a Dean Koontz book once where he spent nearly a page describing the scenery around the protagonist, why would anyone reading a thriller give a shit about the calming wind, and the auburn leaves falling form an oak tree that had been hovering above the land for 130 years. These writers just waste valuable time, they don’t have what I’ve got, they don’t mix the chemicals right, so the potion just goes KABLOOEY.



Now I was only planning on selling the book to a few people, I put it on eBay and at first I didn’t have any views, I had to beef it up a little about how I’ve already made a ton of money and my dreams have come true so I just want to help the next guy, limited opportunity. It sat on there for 6 days before I had my first purchase. My purchase was from me, but only so I could write some feedback about how great the book was an how I was already make $2,000 a day from it. Then some asian man messaged me and kept asking me questions in broken English. I wanted to tell him to kick rocks and get lost, but then I also thought he was the perfect customer because his English was so bad that he wouldn’t be able to share the secret to too many people. BAM! My first sale, $200 for a book. Even Dean Koontz couldn’t sell a book for $200. With my sale to myself and his purchase, I guess it did something to ebay’s algorithm, and I suddenly had more hits and more questions. Within my first week, I sold 7 copies, well, 3 of them were to me, because I realized that adding in my own reviews and feedback on the book helped it get more attention.



I couldn’t help but to tell Madge, I wanted to rub it in her face that strangers valued my abilities more than she did. She seemed happy for me, and asked if I had made enough to get us into a better apartment. Shit, why would I waste my hard earned money and time throwing it away on another place to live? I needed to go win more money, then we could maybe still buy that victorian style house, and at least live there awhile before I build up enough money to completely leave her. She was interested in my book, but surprised that it was only 31 pages. I told her that it’s 31 pages of gold, no need to bore anyone with a bunch of useless information that doesn’t actually pertain to the system. After she read it, I couldn’t believe the audacity of the words out of her mouth. She said, “if this is all true, wouldn’t someone else have already done this by now, or wouldn’t the casinos know, and why is your book called The Knife Proof system, are there knives in roulette”? I was more mad at myself for thinking that a second ago I was contemplating getting that house. Nobody has thought of the system before because nobody else is as smart as me, I’m the greatest system developer in the world. I’m the greatest writer! It’s knife proof because no one can cut it down.



As soon as PayPal released my funds, I went straight to the casino. I had already figured out my plan, and I knew it wasn’t going to be as fast as I wanted, but patience was the key. $10 minimum bets, wait for 5 losses in a row and begin betting.



Things went way slower than expected, my first hour and a half I didn’t even see 5 losses in a row. When I did finally win my first bet, I won on the first try. I decided maybe this roulette wheel was just better calibrated or something than last time. But after I lost it all on 7 losses in a row, I realized that the casino is watching me, and they are cheating. They knew the fastest way to get me to lose.



Fuck that casino, I just need to sell more books and I’ll go to another one that doesn’t know my strategy.



I get my first feedback on eBay that wasn’t from myself.



“waste of money, scam artist that is just selling the martingale.”



I didn’t scam you, you son of a bitch! I gave you the greatest system ever developed, by me, the greatest developer and writer of all time! What the fuck is a martingale.



After a little bit of research, it was a little infuriating to learn that the martingale has been around for hundreds of years. But no matter, no one has ever been capable of what I’m capable of, that’s hundreds of years without anyone tweaking it, I know it works, and I can make it work. I have hundreds of roulette results, and I’ll find the solution.



And I did, out of the 874 real results that I had started writing down, I found a way for the martingale to win. You just have to bet on even, if that loses, bet on low, if that loses bet on black, and then start over on the other sides. All of my testing confirms this.



Knife Proof Version 2.0



It really wasn’t that hard getting sales, I found some websites I was able to promote on, some forums with people that not only want the secret I know, but they need it. Since I’m already established as an author for my 31 page book, I found it easier to sell version 2.0. To get the ball rolling, I purchased my book a few times and wrote positive feedback, I can write positive feedback because I believe in it.



One of the questions for version 2.0 from a potential customer was: “can this work on baccarat”? I didn’t even know what the hell that was, but I said it works on all games that are basically even chance. I decided to look into baccarat and at first found it confusing, but ultimately, it’s like the game of war. So I quickly made some alterations to my book and also put out Time Works. The biggest difference is that the player doesn’t have as meany even chance possibilities on roulette, so they have to be more patient, hence the title Time Works.



Instead of purchasing Time Works myself, I’ll just make a contest. If I price out my book at $200, and tell people that if someone can quote a certain line from my book, that I’ll buy them a $100 toaster, they will be sure to buy the book, probably multiple people buying it, I’ll only be committed to buying one toaster, and boost my sales. Since no one has ever bought it, they can’t cheat and find a PDF online.



Then I’ll be able to go back to the casino and put Knife Proof into action and prove to the world that I am the greatest and I will own all of the casinos, and Madge can suck it.



The end.

 

Well done Jae, nice story. You're a wasted talent.

 

If I really believed you did have 600k Jae as well as the millions you claim, I'd have my U.S. based lawyer track you down and sue you for it. But you don't have any money and you're unhinged. If you had the funds you claim you have i.e. multi millions you would have posted some evidence of that by now, I'm certain of this, knowing the kind of person you are. You make claims but post no evidence whatsoever. I have many doubts about you Jae. From your claiming you won 600k in a casino and they took it from you then after some days/weeks returned it, to your rubik's cube trick you claim if anyone mixed it up you can look for a few secs then from behind your back or over the back of your head put the colours in order...someone was behind you and swapped the cube Jae, go on admit it, then you make claims about baccarat, but there is no system, you have no idea about the game. Then you claim you walked across the USA and met the pres BO, but again there is no evidence of this. There are just so many claims you make but there is no evidence. And you call me a scammer, but you don't even want to post 200x baccarat outcomes. What do you fear Jae?

 

You really are hung up on me posting 200 outcomes. I’ve mentioned several times that your reading comprehension skills are terrible. Ive already posted them, they are attached to the o a comment on your thread. Enjoy.
Sue me for what? Defamation? I don’t understand. Why are you on my story that has nothing to do with you. Clearly you read my disclaimer. Any resemblance to anyone real or dead is a coincidence.

 

Just checked again, yep, still there 268 decision. Same post as my Rubik’s video. So I know you’ve seen it. Maybe you just struggle with understanding how websites work. Perhaps thats another reason you don’t have a website for your business?

 

My lawyer doesn't give up. He was in the U.S. army, very determined. emmmm / I'm going to look for those 200x outcomes Jae, hope you're not lying again.

 

you have to post them in the way I want, not those messy upload, because you can later claim I was looking at the wrong board, main road etc, so post your outcomes like others have. Stop playing the fool guy...you're already treading on thin ice.

I don't need a website.

I'm on 888 and other casino sites.
Why do I need a website, I'm not running a business. I have no affiliate links to online games. I'm the greatest casino betting systems author in the world. I even improved the Martingale system. I am the greatest Jae, so get over trying to prove me wrong. I have the best baccarat strategies in the world whether you like this fact or not. Stop trolling me because I've gained all the evidence I need to make the call to my layer. Go and ask bet selection he will tell you.

 

*lawyer

 

BBBBBbbbbwwwwaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh the Jae-Tablone feud is gettin good. What is it with these delusional limey retard and coconut what think that people have an interest in their bulls shits, nonsenses and rubbishes, hey hey.

 

OH fuck you. You are a piece of pure smelly SHIT! 100 percent pure brown stinking shit!

Go call your smucky lawyer, he gives everyone head, did U read that??????? Your lawyer Marty The Smuck gives head, which means he sucks cocks and drinks the sperm juicy lucy loads!

Fuck your lawyer, he is retarded, gay and a pervert, have a nice nite assbite bitch!

 

Another troll hiding behind a username, keyboard warrior, using multiple swearwords and insults doesn't win any arguments nor achieve anything. Odds on you're the type of person who gets banned from casinos.

 

Stevie judging by your pic on ur logo, fuck man you are gay. Not there there is anything else wrong or illegal with gay me , just you portray yourself as handsome, well built, intelligent, financially secure and world of class. You are none of those the only things. All you are is a gay boy that actually takes sperm and releases men's pressure when they can't find a woman that'll be with them. You're just a gay little bitchy fucktard is all you really are. And you write on the internet when you have nothing else to do. You are just a fucking little asshole cunt boy.

 

again, easy to say/write on a keyboard. You write a lot about gays, no doubt you know a lot about it.

 

You are sheer stupid Stevie!

Total stupidity trying to pass herself off as a knowledgeable person. Fuck you not only gay your fucking stupid and you're just a stupid ass bitch fuck!

 

I must be knowledgeable, I have written 12 gambling books (most are bestsellers) and numerous articles published on top casino blog sites, plus other sites you dummy! My books have sold globally and across the U.S. Whilst I'm a bestselling author of some of the best casino games strategies in the world you have been reading gay magazines and visiting gay clubs and learning how to project your sissy fag life on this gambling forum. Had your mother showed you some love you wouldn't have ended up like Jae, your mate, a delusional no hoper, who has been banned from every casino he visits for stealing money from the tables and being rude to the waitresses, lol. You're just like him, never tipped a waitress in your life.

 

You come on here and you talk about how great you are and you talk about how you know everything and you talk about sucking dick and you talk about being gay and you talked about all these other things in life you are just a fucking mixed up little boy oh yeah I meant tranny,I bet you asked your mom for a bunch of money for sex change operation she told you to go out and whore yourself.

Kind of like kicking two birds with one stone huh Stevie boy?

 

Anyone can click on your profile and read that you have been writing about gays and gay sex and all kinds of vile text you've been writing, which clearly shows you have deep knowledge of the subject, that you've probably been visiting gay clubs and bars and tranny events. This all has nothing to do with gambling content, but you just can't help yourself, you and your fag boyfriend Jae. I didn't talk about none of the stuff you claim, you have talked about it and this you full well know. Thus you're a lying and a useless troll. It's a pity that the owner of site doesn't just block your membership, because you offer nothing to this site and are actually damaging it. Trolls have deep psychological problems...I know, I understand, it was your upbringing. Mummy issues you have suffered Bellringtoday. You hear the bells, stop being a troll gay tranny hunchback. lol

 

I'm beginning to see how Bellringtoday could be Jae, they are the same person. They both lose control and use many swear words. Both troll and both support each other's member account. Pretty certain Jae uses Bellringtoday the gay/tranny hunchback who walks with a limpy limp. lol

 

Not sure about that. The administration here has put a new feature in place. You can actually request that someone you suspect is a sock puppetry to be outed. It’s a new feature maybe 6weeks old. I pointed it out to Nate as he was accusing me of being a sock puppetry. He is wrong poor dumb fuk.
The Jae being that bellend , don’t think so . Bellend is a complete moron wrapped in vagina oozing with tidbits of anus smoked in rats sperm. The bellend is a sock of someone else this forum as he started his first post trolling of soxfan.
From what I understand Jae and soxfan are amicable towards each other. Unlike you and Jae.

You know neither of you are showing yourself in any particular decent manner. I see you both slipping to the Credibility Equivalents of say jobs or bellend. Nice fall from grace you both seem to want the rest of us to believe each of you are the better person. Lol. Children lol. It was remotely and I mean in a long long way back when sort of way amusing, but now it’s just hack vs hack booooorrring .

I have nothing of merit to offer myself.
Guess I’m limited to reading the random bot guests post on poker, sic bo, etc this forum. Certainly much better read than you , Steve, Kew , bellend and mdawge put together. Thank fuck for the interverse huh.

 

OMG That's the funniest thing I've read this century.