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I do have my own thread as I am currently in the middle of a "poker challenge."

I will be using this thread to update on my poker challenge, post degen stories, and write about other things from time to time.

http://forumserver.twoplustwo.com/17...-wsop-1299564/

Out of respect for this "degen" thread, all "degen" stories will be cut and pasted in here as well.

This thread is morbidly beautiful and I feel compelled to contribute all I have.

I laughed out loud at this story. One of the best in this thread. Thank you.

So, started playing video blackjack at the local place, waiting for table games to roll out -- I know precisely **** about basic strategy so I got one of the little cards. I was afraid I would look like a dork, but I ended up being the ****ing degen wise man when everyone asked me what the **** they were supposed to do with 77 against a 6 (split that ****!)

Felt bad, then a little scared for my life when I told this Asian guy soft 15 vs. a 6 is a double; he went into his wallet, doubles it and pulls a ten spot (would have been the dealer's bust card) and loses. Slams his fist into the table and stares daggers at me before he storms off to the ATM.

Oops?

Homeskillet a+

Home skillet defined.

Ahhh ha, awesome.

When I was in jail that was the first time and last time I ever heard that phrase.

With 18 I learned to play poker, I had no idea that people actually made millions of this game, I simply started by joining Pacific pokerroom and deposited money, without knowing the rules.

The next 4 years i dumped around 40,000 USD on hundreds of deposits. depo 400, sit in 2/4 - lose it all. depo 50 run it up to 300, lose it all. deposit more etc. etc. At that time, the highest my bankroll ever was, was 900$ and I decided to sit down in a 5/10 game.. My heart was beating each time I would call/raise pre-flop. One time I got it all-in PF with TT against AK and held - I thought I was the best player in the world. Eventually I everything again, but of course kept depositing.

Fast forward hundreds of thousands hands until a few years ago when I discovered Omaha and finally found my true calling.
My only problem is that I have enormous stop-loss and tilt-issues. I should stick to LHE and make a killing since I wouldn't be able to go on major tilt when someone would suck out on me (but limitpoker..duh.. come on who wants to play that). When I don't tilt, I consider myself playing very very well. My only problem was I always managed to bust my account when I went on a few hours of tilt. You know how it goes. you open up 2 more tables to get back your losses, then 2 more, then 2 more. Then move up in stakes, few more tables - suddenly you're 16 tabling plo200 and your balance bleeds more than your boyfriends first time.

One day i decided to start from microstakes and only move up when I had at least 40BI for the next level. The next days I did nothing but play poker. I would wake up, not even eat, just lie in my bed, 9tabling PLO25 on a laptop without a mouse.

After a few days I had 1500$ (started from a 400 deposit) - strictly following my bankroll management. I was making a killing in the micros and decided to move up. Didn't take me longer than 2-3 weeks before I was becoming a reg. at PLO200. When my acc. reached 8K in just less than a month from my initial deposit(following BRM) I decided to take some shots at PLO400 (obviously underrolled). But they all went well and soon I was playing mixed stakes between PLO200-PLO400. My account reached more than 20k, my view on money became as sick as my addiction. I would take shots on PLO1k-PLO2k (headsup - lol variance?) but I was doing well, my screenname was already becoming known and regs would sit-out against me on all stakes between 200-plo2k. (For some reason I prefer playing regs rather than fish.) Anyways, there was a guy sitting in PLO5k HU and I decided to destroy him.

Sat down, I was too eager and quickly lost one buyin... ****.. my account had dwindled 15-20% in just a few minutes. Tilt-mode ON. Then another one.. Then another one.. My balance was down to less than a buyin and my head was spinning. Reloaded the rest and no surprise. I lost it all, I didnt even put up a worthy fight, my eyes were looking at the screen, my mind didnt pick up anything, I was just clicking buttons at this point.

In just an hour I had blown everything.

I have never had money, so that was for me alot of money to lose and now I was depressed. Jesus I didnt even have the chance to cash-out and spend some of it.. Since then I haven't played much poker, just the occasional local game here and there, always did well for myself, but I didn't want to start playing online again since I knew it would feed my addiction, and I would then find myself in my own world, just me and my monitor, playing endless of hours of poker.

My dream is be to play poker for a living and without my tilt-issues this could be a reality, I have just never seemed to bother working on them. Now i'm working 9-5 and i miss poker, i want to play. my job gives me not much to spare, but next week i'll get my hands on enough dough to make a small deposit for a PLO25 bankroll. I'll see where it takes me.


Here's a funny story from last local live game.

I get 34o on the btn.

I make it 350, mr.playeveryhand on the sb makes it 1200, indicating he has an ace. BB folds, I call, knowing im golden if anything
but an ace comes up.

Flop 2h4c5c
Pot 2500

He bets
2500

I call.

Turn 7
Pot 7500

He bets 1200

I call

River 2c
Pot 9900

He shoves rest, I ask how much. Upon counting his chips he realizes he had much more left than he thought (10,500).
He then looks down on the table without talking or looking anywhere else, i can tell he's nervous.

I think for 10 secs and call. His eyes open up wide and flips over AQo. When he see's i only have a pair of 3's
he goes beserk and berates me for calling river and what a bad call that was.

I ask him how it's a bad call when I won, he doesn't reply.

A couple of minutes into the next hand, he's still listing all the possible hands that had me beat.

For the rest of the game he yells "SMALL BLIND!" "BIG BLIND!" at me, whenever im 1sec. late of putting in my blinds.

I end up cashing out 71k from a 10k buyin.

The same guy also ordered a tuna salad, without tuna, but with chicken instead.

1000 chips = 1 eur

i hope you mean girlfriend

>no h0mo

So, from 2006 until late 2007 I was employed at the first auto dealership I worked for in downriver Michigan. I came over to the auto industry from the lending industry because I saw the lending industry was going to going into a rapid decline. I figured I had a lot of success closing online leads into home loans, why not try to close online leads into auto sales.

So, I decided to put in an application to be an "Internet Sales Specialist." Like I do with all my interviews, the first thing I talk about is my drug crime. I simply say "Before I waste my time or your time, I'd like to talk about something I didn't disclose on my job application. "A few years ago I was convicted of a drug crime in Isabella County Michigan, I served my jail time, I completed my probation, and I've never failed a drug test. The crime had to do with me distributing drugs because I was young, dumb, greedy, and didn't want to work for my money. If you can't hire anyone who has made mistakes, I am not the guy for your job. If you can hire someone who has made a mistake, please feel free to ask me any questions about this subject first."

With this straight shooting style most of my interviews just become casual conversations about drugs, drinking, college campus, what's jail like, and then the person doing the interviewing admitting they know someone who does drugs or who has sold drugs and being involved in that doesn't make me a bad person. Then the place admits they don't do a super thorough background check and they wouldn't have found the conviction.

So, after interviewing with three different people, and two of the people saying I sound like a fun guy to party with. I get the job over eight other candidates. I was a likeable guy and I had demonstrated success/familiarity with online leads. They figured if I was skilled enough to get all important info over the phone/email needed to close a home loan, that I'd be able to do that to sell a car.

My first Manager's name was Walter. When he was there I was the dealership "golden boy" as the dealer had never sold more than 3 cars online in a month and I had them up to selling over 20 cars a month online. I was consistently in the top three in sales.

When Walter left, we had a new Manager come in by the name of Joe. Joe was one of those guys who run those fake "repo" sales where the dealership gets the big tent and advertised to the public that "all cars must go." When in reality, they're not repos. They're just used cars a bunch of auto dealers already own and they put the sticker price at like 6k too much then say "make us any offer, the bank probably won't refuse." Then the person offers like 4k less than the sticker, they're still getting ripped off, and they think they got a good deal.

My primary focus was always internet. I wanted no part of "repo" sale **** or used car sale ****. I didn't want to be a "lotgrinder." I didn't want to be out in that summer heat hounding the lot trying to find a lead. I was comfortable grinding on the phone or internet at work while I was on Face The Jury, ESPN, or whatever site I wanted to enjoy to waste some time in an air conditioned environment.

Joe would always try to rattle my cage and be like "there's an up on the lot, go grab him." I'd say "I prefer to work the internet Joe, I do that well, go tell one of the other sales guys." I tried telling him man to man to leave me alone. Just let me sell cars online and make you money. Joe even agreed to do so. I always had a feeling he was a bit of a rattlesnake. Not a rattlesnake like me where lets say I'll take a few shortcuts to make some easy money. Nah, a true rattlesnake, a dirty rat, the type of guy that would **** your wife. A piece of ****.

The special finance guy at the dealership loved me. I asked him to watch Joe like a hawk after I leave work. I come to find out that piece of **** is going through the history on my work computer, looking for some "dirt" on me. To perhaps try to build a case to get me fired. I have a few ways to deal with pieces of **** like this.

The first way is what I call "engineer the dui." That's where you and a friend follow your boss to his favorite watering hole, wait for him to leave, and then call 911 and report his car/license plate. Your boss is then pulled over, gets the dui, and you send his life into a downward spiral. Lots of times your boss will get terminated for the offense.

The second way is to run a "backround check" on your boss. I knew a private investigator that I played poker with so I can get this done real cheap. With this Joe guy I found out he had multiple felonies for defrauding people out of hundreds of thousands for new construction homes he took deposits for, but never built. He was a real piece of ****.

Now, throughout my life I have only been a part of bringing two bosses down. There's a three person panel who has to agree to all of this. There's no way I ever want to take a superior down for being a superior. I've been talked down a lot of times and took it like a man. However, if me and my two best friends Tony and Ben decide the boss is a real/certified piece of ****. We'll go diabolical. I don't try to ruin someone just for being rude to me or some dumb **** that should be swept under the rug and forgotten about easily.

This Joe guy was trying to get me fired/ruin my life at that time.

So, after careful consideration, I decided that turnabout was fair play.

This is the first part of the story that's degen...

I have my P.I friend print out his criminal history. I scour the internet and print out all stories that can be found online about him defrauding people. I scour the internet and print out any court findings, depositions, better business bureau reports, etc, etc, etc that clearly show this guy is a piece of ****.

It's never libel or slander if you're telling the truth about the person.

I have my two best friends prepare thirty copies of each things I have, put them in a large/document size envelope/and mail them in to the 30 most important/influential employees at the dealership. I also make sure to type up an introduction letter to be included that goes over all the charges, exactly what he did, etc, etc, etc, etc...

The envelopes are then mailed and a few days later I walk into work to find my manager is not at his desk.

I walk to where the meeting room is and see the manager crying/looking like he is begging for his job to the three super powers of the dealership.

Turns out that Joe wasn't up front and honest about his past.

He lost his job.

You see, me, I don't try to hide my past.

I don't try to be a perfect human being.

No one should.

The truth is that we're all flawed individuals.

The truth is actually your shield.

As long as you tell it, then the parasites in your life will have nothing to dig up on you that can hurt you.

You're protected.

When I saw that grown man crying there was no internal fist pump.

If what I did was to be described as a World Wrestling Entertainment move I had just "rock bottomed" his ass.

I was actually disgusted at the entire situation. That guy could have gone on being my manager if he would have just set aside his thirst for power+control of everything around him. That guy could have kept his word to me and "let me sell cars so I could make him money."

To this day he thinks the person who sent in all that stuff was his ex-partner in a defunct business venture of his. Not once did it ever cross his mind that I am the one who did it. It's because he underestimated me. Everyone always underestimates me.

Why?

A simple line from a song in office space.

"A real gansta ass ***** never runs his ****ing mouth, because a real gansta ass ***** don't start fights."

Actually, just listen to the first verse, I live by it...

You are the only ones that get my degen stories.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AULRSOK1KPQ

Now my next Manager is untouchable. She's been at the dealership for over fifteen years and is ****ing the General Manager. I have never been on the best of terms with her and she feels the same need to try to get me off the phones/internet. For some reason they think because I light it up on the phone/internet, that I am going to be this great "lotgrinder" and be able to do great selling used cars/etc.

She eventually talks the General Manager to take away the internet/phone from me in an effort to force me to become a more well rounded salesperson. Then, the final nail in my coffin. Now that I am going to have work outside of my office, she is forcing me to wear a tie. It's at this time that I decide she just doesn't want me to work at the dealership anymore. I rub her the wrong way, she's in control, and she's going to force me to quit. When an auto dealer does this to you, they are trying to "starve" you out. Get you to quit.

I absolutely refused to quit, because if I quit, I don't get unemployment compensation. So what do I do? I just go "GUNSLINGER" like Brett Favre down by a touchdown in the 4th quarter. I go "Petergibbons" Office Space style and show up to work in jeans and an untucked button up. I also go out and I buy over 10 of the most ugly ties you have ever seen. The Jerry Garcia hippie ties that are just out of control. Ties so disgusting that any business owner would want to terminate the person on spot for wearing them.

So, "Damn It Feels Good To Be A Gansta"...

The management at the dealership obviously has no idea who they are trying to impose their will on. I spent 104 days in a jail cell, there's no environment worse you can try to instill on me to get me to break. The fact that they wanted me to quit made me try harder.

I decided to be obnoxious as possible. In addition to the Jerry Garcia ties, I also bought a huge candy bowl. Most auto sales guy had their candy bowl full of the cheap/crappy candy. The type of candy you'd throw out on Halloween if you were a kid. I filled my candy bowl with regular size M+Ms, Starburst, Kit Kats, etc, etc, etc, etc....

I also decided to bring in my own mini fridge without permission and put it at my desk. The management demanded I take it out. I refused, I said if they made me take it out it would be discrimination because two other managers within the dealership were allowed to have their own private mini fridge. I said giving a free bottled water or pop to the customer was a key sales strategy of mine.

Sometimes people I didn't like who worked there would come over and say one. I said "sure, that will be $1.00." They'd say "you shouldn't have candy this good out, if you're not giving it away for free. I'd say "you must not be making enough money here, want me to give you some advice on how to sell more cars?"

I was selling just as many used cars as I was new cars. The management was shocked. A true "lotgrinder" was born. I would sprint up to any customer on the lot in my cheap khakis, button up shirt, and stupid looking tie. I would sprint so fast I'd often beat the best salespeople in the dealership to the person. This also rubbed a lot of people the wrong way.

Management would talk to me about it. I'd reply with "well, being off the internet/phone is so exciting to me, I just want to get every lot up because I love me job and I am having great success. My results speak for themselves."

The lady would get so pissed at the confidence. She said, "your sales numbers are good, but you're one of the worst sales people as far as "gross profit" goes. You're going to need to improve on that if you want to keep working here."

Often times I'd get asked about my appearance. I would tell the guest my look was a protest to the new dress code. I would say "Who do you trust more? The guys in a cheap suit + tie or the guy sporting some nice khakis, a button up, and a Jerry Garcia tie with the laid back sales approach, free candy bars, and pop? Who do you think is going to give you the better deal?"

Most customers would laugh and found the ties comical. A few told management they had the most fun car buying experience ever with me. By this time the dealership was divided. Half of the place hated me, the other half was secretly rooting for me because they hated the workplace politics and every day I was the proverbial "middle finger" to all that's wrong with work places in America.

I finally lost my job when I decided to use Walter's old password "BigShot1" to access the salesperson/gross profit database. While I was in the database I made sure to print out the gross profit report and as I expected I was a top 4 salesperson out of 20 in gross profit.

While in a management meeting, the lady manager talked about me being one of the "worst" as far as gross profit goes.

The used car manager, new car manager, general manager, etc, etc, obviously is just going to take her word for it.

I quickly asked "Do you have any reports to back that up?"

She said "I look at reports every day, I think I know what I'm talking about."

I said "No, you don't, as per the report I printed a week or so ago, take a look, I am the #4 highest grossing salesperson. The salesperson that's a fraud that you spoon feed house deals to is actually the lowest grossing salesperson. You know, the salesperson you get drunk with at Applebees every night after you get off work here."

"Here everyone, take a look at the gross profit report, what's your thoughts?"

At this time the used car manager and special finance manager are about to explode/die of laughter. They were secretly rooting for me.

The G.M. who is banging the girl manager gets irate and tells everyone besides me to leave the room.

Him and the manager are enraged.

"Who the **** do you think you are?" "How did you get access to the database?"

"Why do you insist on working here?"

"You'll never amount to anything in this industry."

I replied...

"Really? Seems like I am doing well despite you two secretly plotting my demise. Why don't you two just fire me so I can get my unemployment and have it be over with. You're both two pathetic human beings."

I told the gm his wife/kids hate him and that's why he works 80 hours a week and ****s the woman manager on their "business" trips.

I told the woman manager that it's ok that she ****ed her way to the top. A woman has to do what she has to do when she's a single mom and has kids to raise.

I said "please just fire me so you two can go on being miserable here together."

The gm and manager left the room.

The gm came back about a min later and said "get the **** out, the police are on their way to escort you, blah blah blah."

I told the gm to take the money I owed for the repairs on my car out of my last check before he mails it and I thanked him for the opportunity.

I also said "No hard feelings."

He replied "**** you. Get out."

I said, "You'll forgive me for this some day because you and her deserved it."

So, I was packing up my belongings and getting ready to leave. One by one the salespeople that liked me were coming up to say goodbye. They were all ignoring the gm and the manager's request to "don't talk to him."

One of my favorite sales guys Scott told me this...

"Justin, you need to learn how to kiss ass, and I don't mean a lot of ass. Just a little, just enough to endear yourself to those who hold the power around you. If you learn to do that you'll make over a million dollars in this industry. Just kiss enough ass to keep your job secure and forget about these miserable management ****ers when you leave work. They're nobodies outside of this dealership. If you continually outsmart them and outwit them, you're always going to end up out of a job."

Scott was right. Scott gave me solid life advice. I've never held a job for longer than two years because I don't know how to handle/how to play workplace politics. It's a flaw of mine. It's an art I've never learned, nor care to try. I am who I am at all times and I can't kiss an ass that doesn't deserve to be kissed. I am not going to let someone think they are smarter than me or better than me because they hold a higher position than me.

However, if someone is smarter or better than me at something I will sponge as much knowledge as I can off them. That's the reason why I joined this poker forum. I am here to sponge as much info as I can off the best players and I openly kiss the guys ass who post the best LLSNL advice.

I am not an ego maniac.

Anyway, so I am out of a job and I get awarded my unemployment. The dealership tried to fight paying it, but I had saved all my sales statistics and was able to show the Michigan Unemployment Agency that I was always a top 5 salesperson. I also had some of the best national sales statistics when I was in charge of the internet. After, some going back and forth, they determine I was fired for workplace politics and not cause. You'll only be denied unemployment if you're found doing something criminal or really detrimental to the place you work. So, if you're ever fired for bull**** reasons, make sure to file for unemployment.

While on unemployment, I start grinding $1/$2 No Limit Holdem at a local charity room. I also do some under the table work power washing new construction buildings. That's where a new Walmart is built and I am the guy that goes up in one of those big lifters and power washes all the guck off the bricks. It's only better than the barback job because I make more money, but man, does manual labor sure suck.

At this time I only have around 5k to my name again. Like always, I've got "grind on the mind" I just can't sell any drugs. I am still on that Face The Jury website and I believe the year is actually 2009 when Gene pitches me on his latest scam idea.

(I had originally thought it was 2008 when this went down, but after reviewing UFC fighter Dan Henderson's fighting timeline, I am for sure this went down in 2009, here's why. This is also the second part of the story that gets degen.)

So, as you know, from my past posts I lost 2k on a prior business endeavor with Gene. But, I remained on friendly terms with him on the Face The Jury site and his new proposition was the following...

Gene worked for a sports betting website. This sports betting website was an offshoot of a bigger sports betting website like bodog.com. Like, this website would get it's own userbase, take bets, but the bets collected and payouts came from the MOTHER site.

Gene had full control of this offshoot site and had gotten permission from the MOTHER site to do new sign up bonus up to 400% for whales/people who placed heavy action. Gene told me that all I needed to do was deposit $1,000.00, then he'd 400% bonus it and the account would then have $5,000.00 in it.

The plan was then to bet "aces" in baseball and run the account up to $10,000.00 then take a withdrawal. He could approve withdrawals up to $5,000.00 with no real questions from the mother site.

If the account went broke, Gene said he would secretly credit the account $5,000.00 again because he was going to quit the job within a month anyway for a better opportunity.

None of this is criminal because the website operates outside of the United States, gambling online is not legal in the United States, and even if a gambling website sees we took $50,000.00 in payouts from it, there's no legal recourse for me getting that money sent to my account.

It would be like a drug dealer getting a kilo of cocaine stole from him, then calling the the feds to help him reclaim the kilo of cocaine. The feds would laugh in his face.

All I am doing is depositing cash in a gambling website, taking my sign up bonus, going on a good run gambling, and then taking a payout to my bank account that I am entitled to....

I decide to myself that the $1,000.00 risk is worth the investment.

I make the deposit.

As promised, a day later, there is $5,000.00 in my account.

SHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIP IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Maximum bet allowed is $3,000.00.

We go two for two right away on Verlander and Carpenter.

So there's over 10k in the account.

We do the first payout at $4,000.00.

A few days go by, there's $4,000.00 in my bank account.

I send Gene 65% as promised.

There's a klitschko fight soon after. We bet all $7,000.00 on that.

Account is at like 8k, we do another $4,000.00 withdrawal.

A few days go by, it's in my bank account.

Now that it's working, Gene is scared the MOTHER site will notice and shut it all down.

So he wants to GO BIG.

He requests me to ask my best friend to get in on it and create an account.

My best friend is as straight as shooter as they come. Squeaky clean record. If I tell him that there's a 99% chance we can get away with something, he's in, at all times, he'll never flinch. He's actually a cop now.

(This was as sure fire a proposition as I had for him since 2002 when we robbed a sporting goods store for over $50,000.00 worth of items. This degen story will come in the future.)

My best friend says he's in, he creates the account, I give him 1k to put in the account and Gene gives him the 400% add on.

So, 4k in the Petergibbons betting account. 5k in the Lumberg betting account.

It's good for us that my friend is an Ultimate Fighting Championship nut. He's been watching the stuff with his Dad and his stoner cousin since UFC 1.

My friend says we should place all our money on DAN HENDERSON, GEORGES ST. PIERRE, BROCK LESNAR, and some scrub I never heard of JON FITCH.

Henderson was like -160 on this site, we bet him and he won by knockout.

St. Pierre was a heavy favorite, so we were only able to win like another 1k betting on him. He won.

Lesnar/Fitch won as well.

My friend helped us get both accounts over 10k.

So, we go for a dual withdrawal.

4k to my friend, 4k to me.

A few days go by, SHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIP IT.

Thank you sir, I'll have another. Lets withdraw again.

A few days go by, SHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIP IT.

Now Gene's getting real degen, he's recruited a couple more people from that FTJ forum to get in on this scam.

He's shooting for the stars. We've already taken $24,000.00 from the MOTHER site's account and Gene wants to go for another $20,000 all in one swoop.

Luckily, he chooses me to do the first 5k withdraw, and as expected....

Wait a few days, BAM it's in my account.

My good friend and the other two do their withdrawals as scheduled...

Wait a few days, NOTHING.

Banks start calling us suspecting that our account information has been compromised because someone in the Phillipenes or some **** has tried to withdraw 5k, 4k, 3k, 2k, 1k, $500, $400, $300, $200, $100, all the way down to $1.00 FROM THE ACCOUNTS WE SET UP but we're smart. We INSTANTLY take the cash out of the account.

AHHH HA HA HA HA HA SOME SLIMEY GREESE BAG IS IRATE HIS ILLEGAL GAMBLING OPERATION HAS BEEN PILLAGED!!!! LOL AT TRYING TO GET ANYTHING THEY COULD OUT OF MY ACCOUNT. SORRY "HOME SKILLET." HAD TO TEACH YOU A LESSON. **** YOU AND YOUR ILLEGAL GAMBLING WEBSITES YOU CREATE TO HUSTLE THE COMMON MAN'S DEGEN OUT OF HIS MONEY. THIS SCORE IS DEDICATED TO ALL THE DEGENS AROUND THE WORLD.

The bank is 100% on my side and says...

"Yeah, when you join a gambling site, that's what can happen, a lot of those sites just close up and disappear with all the money they steal from having people's bank account information."

As suspected, there's no recourse, a few times I got a message left on my phone from customer service department, but I never returned the call. Nothing threatening, every message said the company "just wanted to talk to me about my account and wanted to know how I knew the guy Gene."

So, all in all we took around $30,000.00 from this sports betting website.

I made $10,000.00 in the span of a few weeks on the deal.

Beats: Had to put up with a depressing work environment for a while. Was eventually terminated from my job because of workplace politics. Had to declare unemployment. Had to power wash bricks for extra money.

Brags: Was able to expose a piece of **** boss and get him fired. Was able to expose my next boss as a liar. Was able to go out in true "Gunslinger" fashion and annoy all of those who were rooting for me to fail at the auto dealership. While on unemployment I was able to help scam a sports betting website out of around $30,000.00. $10,000 of which went directly to my bankroll.

SHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIP IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

(This money would later be invested in the stock market, where I had an incredible run, and then an incredible fall. This is another degen story I will tell in the future.)

keep em coming lot

Will do.

Some of my stories don't have anything to do with gambling, but they're definitely "degen"....

I really want to emphasize that it takes A LOT to get me to go "diabolical" mode. I am not a guy that's going to have it out for you if you call me names, make fun or me, owe me money, **** my gf, or even beat the **** out of me in a fist fight.

I can take most of life's unfair moments.

The guy I got fired really deserved what he had coming to him though.

There was a lot more to him that I didn't even get into.

A+ post Lotgrinder.

Lotgrinder is a true hustler.

Same **** happens to me when I get a job, I just can't stand people assuming that they are smarter than I am just because they have a higher position than I do.

Last year I have spent working in Real estate agency. When I entered to work, they was like 300K down in a period of 2 years. I said to everyone I know, that I am very excited to get this kind of job finally, as I never worked in the office before and I said that I will convert this company from money losing into money making within 6 months and I did.

After a period of 4 months things started to move smooth. I started few advertising campaigns, fixed many issues with the website, got them to buy HQ camera and was in charge of everything from taking pictures to negotiating a price. After couple of months more we started to sell like crazy! No one sells a **** in Spain now a days and we looked like a miracle. I was working my ass off and was really busy, that was a time when I haven't played poker at all.. Almost a year.

The woman that was ****ing my boss, was a welsh blonde that can't even write in her own language and didn't knew what Google was until she started to work there, everyone hated her, but that whore managed to marry a boss. She wouldn't marry him, if he didn't pass a will to her kids and the ****ing stupid dickhead obviously agreed after few weeks of her sucking his penis for that.

Then things got worse, the bitch went all crazy. She fired the only girl that had enough experience to maintain the office, because she said that the blonde is a crazy bitch (it is truth), anyway I kept doing my job and was even busier now. Then one day I had a horrible toothache and a ****ing **** just sits there and starts a char with me.. Like really? First she asks me to upload properties to a new site we took. I insta told her to foff politely, because we have discussed the issue over a M times and what **** did is contract over 100 advertising slots on one of the international property portals, when we had only around 40 that we could profitably be selling. So I have uploaded the ones that sells and told her that it's not worth the effort in uploading other ones, but **** insisted and told me that I am unprofessional and few things more, I got angry told her that she’s a ****ing bitch and that I am off. Probably a little bit over confident at that point, but since I entered to work there they haven't raised me a salary. I didn't even had a national insurance, because ****s was so broke that couldn't afford it.

After that I talked with my boss, he told me to go home and have a rest, then he would talk with his wife. Indeed he did, she sucked his penis very well imo and he decided to get rid of me.

Last few month's we sold 12 properties and my commission from that was ****ign ridiculous. Probably was main reason of me getting mad. At least they could make a ****ing insurance or something, greedy cck eating whore.

I told him to pay me everything he would have to if I was officially employed and he denied. I sold their iphone and laptop and lost it on slots or something, was massively tilted at that point. Then sued them and within a month they agreed to pay me 2000€.

Had several job offers after that, but I just don't give a ****. I don't go out of my home anymore. I have spent around 2 months in my room and I am so ****ing depressed that I will prolly suicide soon.

Hope that whore chokes with a spermatozoid while eating penis.

I've made contacts in the industry while I was working there. And I had 2 business proposals, to start working on my own - because anyone that knows them, knows that the success of the company was my achievement.

I will be back mfk's and when I am back you better be already choked to death Blondie, because that's gona be the most embarrassing fall the town has ever seen.


P.S.

Someone should open a thread with lotgrinders stories imo, it really shouldn't be laying here in the general degen thread.

My thread/all my degen stories are going to be here...

http://forumserver.twoplustwo.com/17...-wsop-1299564/

Sorry to hear about how you lost your job.

You need to man up and get the **** out of your bedroom though my friend.

Don't show your boss and his bitch wife up by being depressed and killing yourself.

Show them up by being a better person than them.

Know more than they do, experience more than they do, love more than they do, give more they do, and ultimately make more money than they do if that's what is going to satisfy you...

You win by becoming more educated, well rounded, loving, caring, understanding and compassionate individual.

It's ok to be mad, just use the anger the right way.... good luck!!!

The Jerry Garcia Ties From The Story

Hahahha A+ ties!!

Ty



You are cool man

March 4, 2013.

Last 1.2k credit ---> deposit (obviously)

----> ?

----> Profit.

Lol, loving the ties.

A++ lotgrinder.

----> Cashout.

leave a little to play with if you must, but for focks sake the point of being a degen is to get manies to baller it up IRL

****, I'm only a few seven outs and bricked tourneys away from sucking dick for a bankroll, I wish I ran that good

Love this thread, keep the degen stories coming!

LotGrinder is King of this thread.