if there is a degenament trip I am ****ing in.

LMAOOOO

that's ****ing incredible

Originally Posted by WarmDeck View Post
I loved the abuse I was putting him trough with this. But I knew the calls weren't going to work anymore. SCP is too sharp to fall for that again. I had to take it to the next level. After some mild brainstorming, I had a game-plan. The next day while they were at the dealership, I stopped at the gas station that is only a minute or two walk away. I found a guy I suspected of being on tough times. I then propositioned him with a gig that pays $25. Once he heard how simple it was, he was on board. He took a break from loitering, and walked over to the dealership. He was interested in the red Hyundai Accent. Took it for a test drive, didn't haggle the asking price, and made it clear he had the cash on hand to make the buy on the spot. I then pull in to make sure I get my moneys worth. This guy even makes SCP waste all his time printing out all the sale documents. The buyer is motivated and says "Just show me where to sign". SCP hands him a pen, and the guy looks like he is about to sign. But then he sits upright in the chair. "Are you sure it's all bombed out?". That unleashed an uproar of laughter from everyone, Tone, Max, Me, even this guy was laughing at SCP. I hope this comes across at least a bit funny, because it was hilarious.


He took a break from loitering...

doesn't get any more hilarious.

v funny thread

lol that hyundai looks like a total piece of ****. Still sitting on the lot?

oh man this is too good, each time someone mentions a car all I want to ask is if it's all bombed out

Waiting to hear about how SCP likely sold the car at a loss to get some cash back in hand and get the degen on. Can only cash broke for so long...

Never stop writing these, Warmdeck. I laugh my ass off from start to finish every post you make. They say all you need is 1,000 true fans to be set for life.

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I call things bombed out in RL because of this thread

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This ****ing thread is all bombed out iyam

Sup

I've been back in Orlando for about a week or so now. Much harder to find time down here to write. Most likely won't get another story up till I hit Western Mass.

About the Red Hyundai inquiry, that muthafker was ALLL BOMBED OUT. Honestly it didn't take him much longer then a week to sell it. A gay couple purchased it. SCP never took the "all bombed out" advertising off the windshield. So they were asking about it, SCP explained how huge & exclusive of a compliment it was. They loved the saying and had to repeat it at least 6 times in their gay voices while the paperwork was getting done. That saying got them all giddy. I'm sure they used it as dirty talk when they got home.

Again I still appreciate everyone who posts ITT. We're keeping it alive! I really want to go back and edit original posts, then update pic and video links. Need some mod powers for that. I may PM a mod soon.

One more thing, no guarantees yet. But pretty sure I'm going to order a good camera and get a YouTube page going. Way too much Degeneracy going on lately to not capture the moment.

You just made BBV's panties wet with this

****, i need to make a trip to orlando to link up with these ****ing guys and make an epic 2p2 thread. just not any place i can really degen at -- but WD is a pro at playing where banned so maybe we'll hit HR.

Where's TST? The unholy trinity is almost complete. You guys could be the four horsemen if POCKETROCKETS came through too.

How did Max's car do? Did he ever end up selling it

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hahah, me and TST know of each other and I have likely played with him before. I can easily set something up with him. Lets get it together -- looks like WD said needs 2nd week in March.

I have talked with WD and Marc recently, and the best place to go would probably be HR Tampa, though Marc can't exactly be too conspicuous there. Last night I went to SHR Immokalee to play a little, I know the dealers/floor there and they let Nicole sit and watch (which I have found +EV for the game). 3 hours of 0 hands to work with and not a ton of action, I picked up and went to $25 blackjack where they have a 6 deck shoe. I tried to come in mid-shoe and they wouldn't allow it. It's Nicole birthday today so I just said f$ck it, it was already 2am and I have an hour drive home.

If you guys want to meet up, I can try there in March, or you are welcome to come down here unless I get a huge contract.

I don't mind going south. I play the plo gane at Immokalee
Once in a while. We could also take a plane to Bahamas and do some gambling there.

Just reading this thread for the first time. I'm currently at this post. Just posting now to say...I REALLY hope this happened. Crossing fingers.

Coming up on a month of no updates. WD, you alive?

I've been back in Mass for a week now getting caught up on things. This weather is depressing though. FL>MA. I'll definitely get working on an update.

Also a fellow 2+2er got in touch with me and wanted to get a site up with these stories. I had no problem with it and he came through.

The Saga Continues...


So much has happened since this point, I'm having to really concentrate on the time-line of events. Things had become a blur of alcohol and laughs. But we all still managed to handle our work situation well as functioning Degenerates.



SCP finally sold his bombed out ride to a gay couple as I mentioned. He felt good about his $500 or so profit he booked. Max on the other hand was visibly sick day after day while trying to off that manual Jetta. It's so comical thinking back now, but it was dark times for him on the lot then. The A/C would intermittently work. So it got to the point where Max would drive the car around in the morning to make sure the A/C would kick on. Then be too scared to shut the car off. He didn't want it not working if a customer came in. So he would just let the car run all day. He would sit in it for hours, either re-posting ads or checking up on his wife back home. He wanted to make sure he didn't hear any rap music in the background. He would also have to mosey off to the gas station at least twice a day, to put a few bucks in the tank. Needed to keep that A/C blowing ice cold air. He did get a bunch of customers to come in, but most seemed to overlook the fact the car was a stick-shift in the ad. So they would quickly leave once they realized it in person. Max even lowered himself to doing out-calls. The best was when he drove 35 minutes out to meet an older gentleman in his late 60's to early 70's. Max made sure to confirm he was looking for a standard before leaving. Once he arrived they took it for a test-drive. The guy seemed like he loved the car and Max even gave the guy a price he couldn't refuse. About an hour or so went by of this guy talking to Max about all his life experiences. From his first job, to how much he loves all his grand-kids. Then he dropped it on Max, "I'll tell ya, I love the car! And the price is a steal, but.... I'm just not a fan of the Blue." Max was ***** sick. Like this ***** guy didn't see the color of the car in the ad. He contemplated offering to have the car painted, but then realized he would be taking a huge loss on the car. So he just defeatedly made the return trip to the dealership. Good news is, a few days later he sold the car for a $700ish profit.

So even though these two had finally made their first sale, the profit wasn't enough to stop their bleeding bankroll. So some nights we would just take it easy and gamble for $20 buy-ins to avoid the Orlando nightlife. Money started to get extremely tight for Max, so we would wager other things. My favorite was the 3 way freeze-out, where the winner got to tell the first one out what their go-to bidding move was at the auction the next day. Most people just raise their hands to bid. Ramon liked to just wink. I even seen a guy pull one of the complimentary bananas out the back of his jeans like it was holstered and aim it at the auctioneer. But when I took down the freeze-out, I made sure Max had to pay for donking out first. You may think I'm bull-****ting, but poor Max had to stick his hand down his jeans. Make sure the fly was unzipped, then extend his index finger through and wiggle it for the bid. We were in tears watching this. He almost didn't do it, claiming he was scared he may get arrested. But me and SCP threatened him enough to pay up.

When we went out though, it was business as usual. Papi Perfecto was serious about his nightlife game. Sundays were always his favorite day. He would tell his wife he had to work, but just show up to 55 early with a cooler. Always trying to reenact that first pool party when we arrived. By 3pm he would be wasted, but that wouldn't stop him. This Sunday in particular I wasn't drinking heavy. Papi was off and running though. Around 7pm his wife started calling my phone looking for him. She figured he should be on his way home from work, but he was downtown not answering her calls. So I had to cover for him, all while pretending I hadn't drank. Papi was with a few other guys at a club called Native. Nothing interesting going on, so Max and I headed over to Graphiti Junktion for our usual nachos. I talked to his wife and told her I would stay sober and keep an eye on him for her.



About an hour later when I got to Native, it wasn't just him standing around having a drink with a couple other people. It was bottles and sparklers in a section upstairs. Everyone had come out the woodwork. Tone, Debo, Jay(Debo's cousin), SCP, the 11, plus a few other guys I've never introduced yet. I was actually intending on babysitting him, but I couldn't resist pouring drinks on drinks. Perfecto was out of his mind because the 11 was there. She had been dodging him for a bit, but tonight he was spending. The waitress had the company card and Papi told her it will never get declined.

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The correspondence of texts between Steph(wife) and me became vague and dwindled into the night. All while Papi was trying to put on a show, he even had SCP run up to the building to get the "Rolex" SCP had. He then made sure to let everyone in the club now he had a Rolley on. I was mingling with other girls, but couldn't help myself. I had to spark up conversation with the 11. She seemed to not like his behavior at the time, especially how drunk he was. He was very protective of her, but seemed to let us sit on the couch and talk together. He wanted to bring her back to the apartment even though she didn't want to. So I did what any real friend would do. I smoothly talked her into going back with us. I explained to her, we should keep him happy. He spent a ton tonight and is going to pass out as soon as we get there. So he signed for the bill and everyone headed back to 55.

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Once we got to the apartment, Papi laid down just like I anticipated. I made a round of Patron shots with everyone, then motioned to the 11 to go out to the hallway. That's when we made a dash for her studio(the one Papi is paying for). I'll be honest, that pussy was good and I can see why he was so obsessed with her. He claims "It ain't tricking if you got it". Zero chance I would be a sucker paying for it like him though. I mean, I may buy her some groceries or something. But this man was deep in debt because of her at this point.



The next day everyone was late to work expect for Tone. Papi didn't know I had slid off at that point, but I could tell he had remembered her and I talking a bunch the night before. It was whatever, she was banging everyone anyway. Plus Max and I were heading home the end of that week. Work just went back to normal. Max bought a Hyundai Sante Fe at the auction with the last of his money. Something was wrong with the brakes and he was sick because he had no extra money to fix them. He seemed really more concerned with getting home to his wife then anything else at that point. It was time for SCP to get another car, but he was too short on cash to buy one. He told us he was waiting on some money.

Things started to come to light when we opened an envelope that was mailed to the dealership for him. He was out running errands, so we took it upon our-selves to read his mail. Inside was ten $100 bills and a blank postcard of roses. I immediately thought about how SCP already knew Strip Poker Steve from the past. After some severe interrogating when he got back to the dealership, he told us he had previously worked at the same club as SPS. That this money was from a guy "friend" he met while working there. What are the ***** odds, I somehow end up, linked up with the only two Gay for Pay Poker Degens in the world. There's probably others out there, but you know what I mean. We all abused him for this, but he remained adamant that this was strictly platonic.



In the meantime Debo(the Power Strip) was getting busy with a record label. He had filled the apartment with CD's and was trying to push them at every strip club and street corner in Orlando. His boy Swag was trying to get his rap career going. He's funny as hell sometimes, could probably get a comedy career going. We helped as much as we could by wearing the Fat Swag tees he gave us. Also blasting his CD while we drove around.

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SCP was able to find a another car at the auction that week. We steadily kept on him about his income. Even got a hold of his phone and found a selfie on it. He really wanted us to delete it, but it was much more fun showing it to someone after he just got done talking their ear off.



Max was actually heading home a couple days before me. Since he was broke I took him out to Wahlburgers(he loves the Wahl sauce) for dinner on me the night before he left. I also gave him a couple hundred so he didn't land back home empty handed. He said he would pay me back out of the sale of his SUV. He was ecstatic when I closed the deal with a customer the day after he left. I couldn't let the guy test-drive the car because it had no brakes, but he still bought it anyway. I deducted my money and his rent for the following month. He then asked me to invest the remaining funds into another car for him. So he would have some cash to come back to in a couple weeks. I let Papi handle that as I was flying out the following day. I said my goodbyes, then told SCP to keep watch on Papi. I instructed Papi not to drink while I was gone and let SCP know he had to report everything back to me. I didn't want Perfecto squandering any of my money.

To be continued....