as i walk out of the TAO with a unlit smoke in my mouth a cheesy song from the 80s plays mockingly in my drunk head a epic tone of self-pity by the smiths it goes ....if your so very entertaining why you sleep alone tonight ..if you so very clever why you sleep alone tonight if you so very good looking why you sleep alone tonight ..becouse tonight is like everyother nite thats why you sleep alone tonight as i climb into a empty bed oh well enough said.....The song makes me laugh effin hard as i hit the street and lit my smoke ,thanks to theTAO and the cool people working there for a goodtime and to you a smelly de-gen for reading ,my next update will be game time baby ,a few pics would be nice two of east euro looking ladies high foreheads ,bigeyes ,big pointy nose ,a prada chocolate brown mens boots ,8mm herring bone gold chain ,old school elasticband money clip ....as i pop into the drug store in venetian and grab a bud heres to .....its better to live one day as lion then 50 years a sheep

Your closing lines get better than better

one life as a lion, as Marley sang. and props to all the other lives.

Could someone post a photo of a 50k condominium on a poker table?

i was currently reflective over a bottle of bud at a lounge that offers two for one in afternoons by the canalshoppes in the venetian hotel .Interestingly a young VICTORIA Coran stepped down from pokerstars over their amalgamation of high EV- casino games with their core poker action ....my thoughts are she seems a female version of me ..deep and opionionated my take is in some regard the attractive fairness of poker compared to crushing unfairness of casino games ironically can be a greater detrimental effect long term ,hence anyone here can be a long time poker pro in the confins of a humble existence fueled by booze and meaningless sex ,my point the long term effects of being a poker player is very damaging where the short term liabilities of being a shorterm blackjack player much less devestating .Playing poker for 20 years re-wires your brain ,makes you more a byproduct of discontent at being locked out of mainstream society....well im hoping a bus home after being stuck 2 bones cheers

Bro, go buy a used Cadillac, get an apartment, play some 10-20 and get back with us in a month. That big game will still be running.

mrwong: can you find this kid's table and take all his money please?
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ok i walking to bus stop goin for non therauputic massage then goin back to my siegal appt and will chill for next while as i reflect on biggame like starving tiger n pitt ...can someone post my early experiance with badgirl massage atmy aria cash in town car maybe 4th page of this thread or 5th i dont know with faye dunaway look a like it was insightful.

mr wong is like comfort food.. sometimes I don't understand it, but I accept it as essential.

Excellent news that you will reflect on the big game Bighitter. look at all the angles...1800 Tequila may provide clarity.

MrWong ends the debate on poker sites offering casino games. What a legend.

Actually, mr wong started the debate

time takes a cigerette puts in your mouth i recline back in my barstool as my 3rd hamn discounted beer hits me nicely ,my mind is like a old tv with only 3 channels on channel 1 plays eurphuric theme as my big game approaches i have 40k earmarked for that which is 99% my net worth this approaching game sets off some intense feel good biochemicals in my brain like caffeine to the 100th power ,channel 2 is my depressing lifestyle of living in a welfare motel with a leaking toilet and perpetual sirens ,crazy people ,loss of my LVCC condo and the nice things in life ,i even miss all the people there that hated me for passing out nude on a pool chair etc getting sick in the well kept bushes and channel 3 a taunting story about whether or not i lost my grasp of sanity these are the themes in my mind i look around this skid row bar by my new home and order another drink as im up a modet 75.00 bucks from a 8 hour session at TI s .I notice a metally ill guy next to me talking with his hands like the euro people do covered in paint hereing dime store gold chains .....i look over and say; gold is for gods ,silver for gentlemen ,barter for pheasants ,debt is for slaves bighitter i raise my beer.........

he looks confused his fingers hands arms face clothes all splattered withpaint only the goldplated chains were spared ,he looks right thru me but i dont feel any danger he says ...im a painter ive worked in the same house for 20 years every nite it rains and the roof leaks it washes the walls of paint and i start again all over you see .....he leans in real close i take a long sip of beer and say ...you know thats the definition of insanity doin the same thing over and over expecting a different outcome ...he slams his hand on the bar and says why has someone not put a bullit in your head yet mister....

not sure why, but mr wong had a decent looking thread "the stigma of a poker player personafied" just taken off NVG. Moments before I also had a thread taken off, on the topic "which Cirque-themed poker show should Guy open?" (the two that came to mind were "Howard Lederer's Believe" and "Bizerian" (draws inspiration from Eastern philosophy and the never-ending quest for harmony between guns, cards, and women.)

Have the mods always been weed whackers like this or is there seasonal affective disorder going around? I would like to see less of the dry petition/boycott/f--- PS threads in NVG personally, because how many ways are there of stating the same thing?

(clarification: not putting myself in mrwong's league, "the nail that sticks out gets hammered down" and all that)

I am sorry to inform you mrwong but this passage convinces me that you are in fact...not among the living.

I feel you have some task to complete here on terra firma b4 your...ah..soul..can be released. If in fact soul is the correct term.

Perhaps the big game is the task you must make right before your...ah...soul can be at rest. Sorry to have to break the news...

I don't know if this is the right place to ask, but what is "euro personal hygene practise"

Yeah, I met a guy one time - young, entitled, arrogant, aggro, poorly dressed guy thinking he's something else. I said "hey kid, why don't you get yourself a gold chain, pass out in a lawn chair in your back yard and puke all over yourself??". You know what he said? He says "I'm a 21st century poker player". I nodded to let him know I understood and said no more.

where you been bighitter

i order a round of tequila shooters for my mentally ill new friend i hold mine up with shaky hands a byproduct of alcholism,nerves he interestingly enough suffers the same shakes as he drops the glass down hard on the bar i ask....DO YOU KNOW WHEN YOU LOSE GRASP OF SANITY ,I MEAN IS THERE A MOMENT OF CLARITY WHERE YEAH EFF IM CRAZY NOW......he looks at me a colony of facial ticks appear on his face he gives me a tough defensive look that gives way to a reflective sadness he says ....YEAH YOU C...SUCKER THERE BE A MOMENT IN YOUR LIFE WHERE YOU ACCEPT THAT SOMETHING IS WRONG AND A BIG PIECE OF YOURSELF LOST ......someone plugs a jutebox black-eyedpees i look behind me and i see the man from the alley behind binions im overcome by relief and happyness as i thought i killed him ,i take another look and see him staring at me a 1/4 inch ridge of scartissue highlights his bald scarded scalp hes with his prostitute girlfriend my chest starts to pound now with fear ...

Stay safe bighitter

i order another round of shooters and feel his black coal eyes burn thru my back ,i try and think of feries nice bum on that on video i got a feeeling to calm myslf but its moot ,i have to take a pee i walk heavily to the washroom looking over to see his menacing glare he really is disfigured now ,he looks less like tony soprano and more like a pyscho as ireach the washroom door i see him standing 6ft3 fat/muscular polo shirt gold watch i pause reach over grap a empty beer bottle stand walk in the washroom stand behind the door hold the bottle high i pull out my cack pee over my desgner pants and leather prada boots i look to my left catch my refection in the mirror i scare myself as tears roll down my face i realize if just had my cruel moment of clarity that im not effin well at all and no better off then the crazy i just drank with

mr wong is not funny THREAD end as you can all know clearly see it

Is this a cry for help?