Hopefully the sites will allow americans who are living overseas to play. Would hate for a cash out to be denied because my I.D. is american. If online poker goes I will probably go crazy. Just plain whacko jacko, I have been playing since 1999 or 2000. Made my first deposit on Paradise poker when no one knew about online poker.
RE for me....I got 7 apartment complexes....and a few other RE related interests. (I could technically never play another hand of poker...but wouldn't be the lifestyle I want)
"Waking up to Epassporte leaving the market I remember that day. It felt the same as 9/11"
Yeah pretty much felt the same as 5,000 fellow americans getting murdered in our own back yard. 911 was a pain in the ass, but using one of the other options to get my cash was hell. Doh!!!!!!!
I see these threads, but never read them...why does everybody all of the sudden have the mentality that the sky is falling? What am I missing that's gotten everyone in an uproar the last month or so?
This.
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Originally Posted by Robot Face
I would break into Tiffany’s at midnight. Do I go for the vault? No. I go for the chandelier. It’s priceless. As I’m taking it down, a woman catches me. She tells me to stop. It’s her father’s business. She’s Tiffany. I say ‘no’. We make love all night. In the morning the cops come and I escape in one of their uniforms. I tell her to meet me in Mexico but I go to Canada. I don’t trust her. Besides, I like the cold. Thirty years later I get a postcard. I have a son and he’s the chief of police. – This is where the story gets interesting. – I tell Tiffany to meet me in Paris by the Trocadéro. She’s been waiting for me all these years. She’s never taken another lover. I don’t care. I don’t show up. I go to Berlin. That’s where I stashed the chandelier.
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Originally Posted by Ertai2
Waking up to Epassporte leaving the market I remember that day. It felt the same as 9/11
I would break into Tiffany’s at midnight. Do I go for the vault? No. I go for the chandelier. It’s priceless. As I’m taking it down, a woman catches me. She tells me to stop. It’s her father’s business. She’s Tiffany. I say ‘no’. We make love all night. In the morning the cops come and I escape in one of their uniforms. I tell her to meet me in Mexico but I go to Canada. I don’t trust her. Besides, I like the cold. Thirty years later I get a postcard. I have a son and he’s the chief of police. – This is where the story gets interesting. – I tell Tiffany to meet me in Paris by the Trocadéro. She’s been waiting for me all these years. She’s never taken another lover. I don’t care. I don’t show up. I go to Berlin. That’s where I stashed the chandelier.