Is there an "eyes rolling" emoticon?

Do you think this crap bothers me?

Leo, Hurry back to your thread before the lolderailaments.

When leo comes back it's going to be a lot like coming home and finding a family of raccoons living in your closet.

You should watch Larryboy, episode 2 and pay attention when Bok Choy is speaking.

I think this is considered a good omen where Leo's from.

So there I was... bored again on 2+2. If only Leo had time to update his TR, I wouldn't be in this predicament. If only there was something I could do.

Wait a minute. There is. Off to the bat-garage!

After burning my thighs getting to the bat-garage (hint: don't wear shorts going down firepoles), I set about inventoring. My first thought was to build some sort of time machine. But how...? What would Bill and Ted do? I couldn't remember so I hopped in my Lambo (hey, it's my fanfic so, yes, I have a Lambo) and headed down to the local video store. Alas, they didn't have it. As soon as I get done with solving this whole Leo Doc's TR problem, I'm writing Mr. Blockbuster (if that's even his real name) a nasty letter.

I settled for Hot Tub Time Machine and headed home. Two hours later, I lamented at the waste of two hours of my life, but realized that if I was building a time machine, it didn't really matter. Boo-yah! Then I realized I didn't have a hot tub and I doubted the ones at Home Depot were actually time machines so I was back to square one. Loltoyingwithmyemotionsaments.

I knew things would be brighter, though, if I could just get Leo to finish his TR. Perhaps I could invent something else...

Maybe a pair of gloves that could move his fingers for him? Hmmm... Time to do work, IMO.

To be continued... (unless Leo saves you all by writing more of his TR)

Getting the hot tub is easy. It's getting your hands on the Chernobyli that's the difficult part.

fyp

Leroy waddled back down to his garage, pondering his dilemma, when his cell phone rang with a new text message. He hummed along with his ring tone, Celine Dion's "My Heart Will Go On," as he flipped his phone open. It was a text message from someone named "Jessie" - the name didn't ring a bell, but apparently she had a great time the previous night and wanted to see him again. Memories of the night were hazy. He vaguely remembered a hot tub, a bottle of Ketel One, and a heart-shaped bed, but not much more.

As he was typing out his reply, the air in the garage became tingly. A few scraps of paper were swept up and swirled about as if in some sort of invisible tornado. The paint cans on the shelves rattled together with anticipation. Eventually, the mini-tornado darkened, with flashes of light. Leroy shielded his eyes as the flashes of light grew into a blinding chorus of blue lightning.

When he opened his eyes, there was his Hot Tub Time Machine, with a distinguished Southern gentleman sitting naked inside, smoking a cigarette and sipping on a vodka martini. "My name is," he paused carefully, "Jesse." He continued, "I'm from the future. I heard you wanted to build a hot tub time machine. Don't bother, someone invented one a few hundred years in the future and we've been passing it around ever since."

Leroy's eyes widened. "Let's take it out for a spin!"

But there was one condition ... (to be continued)

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Is the gentleman's name really Jesse? Does his martini have Ketel One in it? Why can't Leroy remember anything from last night? Leo doc, finish your damn trip report or else I'm going to finish this story and answer the questions!

I believe the threshold has been crossed where, far from encouraging completion of the trip report, the frenzy in this thread is more likely to delay it so Leo can watch and laugh.

And I'm down $17k the last two months in that game, so I don't get any hostility at all from losers like that Judge Smales character...

i have to agree with DC here. getting to bet stacks and win multiple racks in one pot sounds like fun. can you send me some pictures next time this game is going? im curious to what it looks like.

string betting: enforcing the letter of the law and ignoring the spirit of it when the plyrs intent is clearly to raise is wrong. if you do it regardless of the situation then ur a nit. if you do it just to gain urself an advantage then ur a dick. im not sure ive ever seen a legitimate string bet angle shoot in a limit game in my life. whenever i make an accidental string raise which is always bc i did not notice its a kill pot cuz i play 8/16 once every 6 months, accidentally put in 1 chip short of the minimum for the half bet rule (usually from the sb) or accidentally cc an utg raise (usually in seat 1 after seat 9 raised utg) i dont bother saying anything bc i know some jackass will pipe up whether it concerns him or not. a long, long time ago i used to be one of those string bet sticklers so every once in a while i reflex call a string bet on some1 and regret it every time.

also i want to play 10 chip 20 chip. i miss playing 75 chip 150 chip mixed game

Then you would love NL at Casino San Pablo in the bay area. One dollar chips ONLY. Bet with stacks? Pishh. You bet with RACKS. Yes, this is the only casino I've played in where racks are allowed, even encouraged, on the table.

lol DC, Rudeboi, HOWMANY....You're a bunch of fish

Who ****ing cares how many chips you win in a pot? You lose a lot of chips in the pots that you don't win.

The dealer winds up spending so much ****ing time cutting out stacks verifying that you indeed have placed 20 chips in the middle. This slow game turns into a snail's pace. I'm getting so angry just thinking about this topic, I can't believe people enjoy the atrocity of 10 chip/20 chip. Give me 1 chip/2 chip, please.

Or better yet, give me a game where I don't even need to physically manipulate chips. A game where I can just click buttons, and never have to worry about string bets or stacking chips or getting shorted in a pot. A game where I can play 30 hands every 5 minutes. Anyone know where I can find such a game?