Merry Xmas MSMTT
12-23-2015
, 01:51 PM
12-23-2015
, 02:18 PM
^A+ summary imo
for me highlights were elephant pride and BCM
think lissistinkt and furo's little love affair should get honorable mention
merry xmas and a jolly new year to all
for me highlights were elephant pride and BCM
think lissistinkt and furo's little love affair should get honorable mention
merry xmas and a jolly new year to all
12-23-2015
, 04:54 PM
Merry Christmas guys !
More love, more posting, less dramas hahaha
More love, more posting, less dramas hahaha
12-23-2015
, 07:30 PM
Quote:
ok
To raise, or not to raise--that is the question:
Whether 'tis more EV to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles
And by opposing end them.
To check, to fold--
No more--and by a sleep to say we end
The heartache, and the thousand natural shocks
That my bankroll is heir to. 'Tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wished. To login, to multitable--
To run deep--perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub,
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
Must give us pause.
There's the respect
That makes calamity of so long life.
For who would bear the whips and scorns of stealthmunk,
Th' oppressor's wrong, the proud betgo's contumely
The pangs of despised coaching, the law's delay,
The insolence of trolls, and the spurns
That patient merit of th' unworthy takes,
When he himself might his quietus make
With a bare bodkin?
Who would mods bear,
To grunt and sweat under a weary life,
But that the dread of something after death,
The undiscovered country, from whose bourn
Jake shall not login from, puzzles the will,
And makes us rather bear those ills we have
Than fly to other countries and login from there?
Thus the scare card does make cowards of us all,
And thus the native hue of resolution
Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of bubbles,
And enterprise of great pitch and moment
With this regard their currents turn awry
And lose the game of action. -- Soft you now,
The fair Ophelia! -- Nymph, in thy orisons
Be all my K6 hands remembered.
To raise, or not to raise--that is the question:
Whether 'tis more EV to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles
And by opposing end them.
To check, to fold--
No more--and by a sleep to say we end
The heartache, and the thousand natural shocks
That my bankroll is heir to. 'Tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wished. To login, to multitable--
To run deep--perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub,
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
Must give us pause.
There's the respect
That makes calamity of so long life.
For who would bear the whips and scorns of stealthmunk,
Th' oppressor's wrong, the proud betgo's contumely
The pangs of despised coaching, the law's delay,
The insolence of trolls, and the spurns
That patient merit of th' unworthy takes,
When he himself might his quietus make
With a bare bodkin?
Who would mods bear,
To grunt and sweat under a weary life,
But that the dread of something after death,
The undiscovered country, from whose bourn
Jake shall not login from, puzzles the will,
And makes us rather bear those ills we have
Than fly to other countries and login from there?
Thus the scare card does make cowards of us all,
And thus the native hue of resolution
Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of bubbles,
And enterprise of great pitch and moment
With this regard their currents turn awry
And lose the game of action. -- Soft you now,
The fair Ophelia! -- Nymph, in thy orisons
Be all my K6 hands remembered.
Merry Xmas, guys!
12-23-2015
, 10:56 PM
best thing i've read on the forums...maybe ever 
12-24-2015
, 02:27 AM
Quote:
ok
To raise, or not to raise--that is the question:
Whether 'tis more EV to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles
And by opposing end them.
To check, to fold--
No more--and by a sleep to say we end
The heartache, and the thousand natural shocks
That my bankroll is heir to. 'Tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wished. To login, to multitable--
To run deep--perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub,
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
Must give us pause.
There's the respect
That makes calamity of so long life.
For who would bear the whips and scorns of stealthmunk,
Th' oppressor's wrong, the proud betgo's contumely
The pangs of despised coaching, the law's delay,
The insolence of trolls, and the spurns
That patient merit of th' unworthy takes,
When he himself might his quietus make
With a bare bodkin?
Who would mods bear,
To grunt and sweat under a weary life,
But that the dread of something after death,
The undiscovered country, from whose bourn
Jake shall not login from, puzzles the will,
And makes us rather bear those ills we have
Than fly to other countries and login from there?
Thus the scare card does make cowards of us all,
And thus the native hue of resolution
Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of bubbles,
And enterprise of great pitch and moment
With this regard their currents turn awry
And lose the game of action. -- Soft you now,
The fair Ophelia! -- Nymph, in thy orisons
Be all my K6 hands remembered.
To raise, or not to raise--that is the question:
Whether 'tis more EV to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles
And by opposing end them.
To check, to fold--
No more--and by a sleep to say we end
The heartache, and the thousand natural shocks
That my bankroll is heir to. 'Tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wished. To login, to multitable--
To run deep--perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub,
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
Must give us pause.
There's the respect
That makes calamity of so long life.
For who would bear the whips and scorns of stealthmunk,
Th' oppressor's wrong, the proud betgo's contumely
The pangs of despised coaching, the law's delay,
The insolence of trolls, and the spurns
That patient merit of th' unworthy takes,
When he himself might his quietus make
With a bare bodkin?
Who would mods bear,
To grunt and sweat under a weary life,
But that the dread of something after death,
The undiscovered country, from whose bourn
Jake shall not login from, puzzles the will,
And makes us rather bear those ills we have
Than fly to other countries and login from there?
Thus the scare card does make cowards of us all,
And thus the native hue of resolution
Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of bubbles,
And enterprise of great pitch and moment
With this regard their currents turn awry
And lose the game of action. -- Soft you now,
The fair Ophelia! -- Nymph, in thy orisons
Be all my K6 hands remembered.
Spoiler:
12-29-2015
, 10:57 AM
Quote:
Second, thanks a TON to all you who take the time and make the effort to post hands and replies here. I really gain a lot of perspective getting to read through so many well thought considerations and lines. From a light poster but a heavy reader who doesn't get to play all that often, it helps me stay close to the game and hopefully improve, and I just wanted to extend my gratitude to so many of you for sharing your inner monologues and opinions.
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