The suspense is building

I can't stand the writing style but this remains oddly compelling nonetheless.

as i lay on the floor next to her bed i stare at the popcorn ceiling like the answer is there and ponder ,giving up the lonewolf life and settling down renting a g-note a month min type of place making payments on a effin hyundi suv all this a tough nut to crack but the upside is great love making companionship as she slams doors and swears to herself i hear her footsteps coming closer ,usually i would think of something to say but shes into stifling my charms i dont say boo she walks thru the door i lift my head up to leer shes nude i can see the signature raised eyebrow look her beautiful nude body smells consume the room ,i can smell feminine hygiene is not at all her thing she sternly says... stay there and shut up you little effin creepy prick

Quasi boner engaged

as i layed on the floor fully dressed i stared to the popcorn ceiling as the girl of my dreams slammed doors and swore to herself .... i thought maybe the lone wolf life has run its course maybe pulling a caper with a crew and sitting in a highstakes game and killing that game i could then start looking in henderson for a nice condo rental and take this girl away from this life as she comes thru the door she is naked and beautiful i feel i should turn on the charm but before the words come out she walks over puts her toes in my mouth and says look you little prick dont say a word got it !

the toe nails scuff the roof of my mouth i look up she says you be quiet and do what i say her features are ulumanated from the moonlight her body is sculptered art her scent is overwelmingly female and its very pugnaciouse ,the toes segway seems to be ending i think what a amazing little broad worthy of leaving the life behind for i feel good really good as my quasi turns into a full time dinger i think life is good

Oh dear we are adding a foot fetish to the mr Wong chronicles now

This.

I take that back. This is the most epic, entertaining forum thread I've ever read! Epic dilemmas, pillowcase of antiquities, my tummy hurts from laughing too much.

you don't write well at all so give it up

and I find it cute you romance yourself as like this secret, so called person others should wonder who is.

I dont think you can play poker at all!

mrwong is NVG's Resident Methhead

stay out of my sandbox jon ,if you wanna meet me im going to be heading west walking with great ease for a hotdog beer combo for supper ,i tell yousomething bighitter i feel good tonight a lonewolf nap after booking a 200.00 win well 187.00 sfternoon session ,instead of writing insults throw your hand s ,this is what the kids call it throwing hands .Alright fix the pompadour have supper play a little 1/1 and comeback and update young waitress erotica story late tonight .
Here raise your glass to buck.....heres to never meeting anyone i would rather be ....

mrwong vs jon, my money is on the bighitter. apologize jon and be quiet

JohnNashJr vs mrwong - it's like the 2+2 version of picking between Trump and Clinton.

Without Mr. Wong, you are only yourself, nothing but a peon posting in a poker legends thread. Remember that at all times pal. Now pay homage to Mr. Wong.

she stands above me i see a different young broad as she whipped her make -up off there are no fancy eyebrows that cack upright ,her lips not as full more like slits then lush lips she lowers her face down to mine as sweat drips off her forehead onto my face i see black eyes that have that look of mental instability,vacant cold staring eyes she straightens up her body is amazing i see a glimmer of steel stainless steel a chefs knife in the light ,i find this arousing i grab herleg she reaches down to poke my throat with her finger dont touch me or say another word you effin little prick

she gives me her stare and says shut up and dont touch me as she lowers her feminine region over my face ,i remember nietszchi saying smell is the most important sense well hes right as it was punjabi the sheer weight and thrust of her young hips driving my nose sideways as i tried so hard for air time went on my breathing severed my face rubbed raw and fully immersed trying to gasp any air 30 min go by my chest gasping

finally after a hour she collapses on her bed i look up at the ceiling eyes water nose bruised ,the smell and lingering odour she roll over andlooks down at me from her bed says get out now you prick or i call 911 she shows the pre dialled numbers i think this is EV negative for a small time excon i get up and make my way out of the non-descript condo but i steal a bottle of vodka on the way out and head out looking for a way out of the maze of circa 1980s condos ,as i leave i here her swearing and yelling ....

Welcome back Mr Buckowski. My special lady friend must now call me bighitter. Our sex life is a nine. Thanks. My first trip to Vegas was in 1982. 100's since. I feel our paths may have crossed in Degenland. Keep'em coming. Like Dickens in Old Endlqnd time. Cerealized with your eager public waiting for the next installment. Nitzie, nihilism and numbers. Thanks

Lol go **** on a rock.

Happy to see we added some good old-fashioned face ****ing to the saga.

It's more captivating than Mark Twain, imo, and likewise substandard. That's a voice, bro.

Twain-ish, Joycean, Woolfian, Jamesian, Dostoevskian. Effin' sick tailor made.

Heres on from the old days im a young buck im sporting a ross avram suit the same as frank sinatra but mine im 3 weeks in payments behind to a nice old italian suit store merchand at least i thought he was .The guilt that this pursuit the lone wolf degen life it stings as i feel bad about reneging on debts this one is bigger needle then my other debts a bit here and there a broad i slept with a few grinders i need to turn it around as i lit a smoke i walk to bill or the flamingo not sure which one depends on table composition .
You know i remember back then starting out and talking to life long degens and one guy he looked bad like real bad ,he had a buffalo head wild black hair crazy eyes and black little pegs for teeth he said to me after i bought him a beer .............kid you wanna know when your a pro and not some effin rec player .....he held his beer up and continue .....when the highs and lows morph toghether ......I remember many years later patrick antonius saying in bad english ...if your 14k up or 14k down you should feel the same ....after all these years i never embraced this sentiment ...i walk into bills to take a pee wash my face