There is only one rule: You can tell anyone else's story, but not your own.
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Didace
Once upon a time, there was an old nit. He enjoyed playing in his local home game because there is no better place for an old nit to complain than at the table. While there are lots of nits out there, this one was special. He was no regular Old Man Coffee. He was a step above. Perhaps even an Old Man K-Cup.
The other players tolerated him because he'd often bring his sweeeeeet dogs to the game. Everyone loved those dogs, because they were big, real dogs, not some fake ass little two bite dog like the kind that you'd find in jmakin's purse.
However, this nit was a nit, and nits gon nit. Like all nits, he hated being bluffed and was always desperate to have his standard insta fold of KK on the A-high flop when bet into confirmed as correct. Time and time again, the other players would have to put up with "Did you have it? Did you have the ace? Did you? Did you have the ace?"
There's only so much a human can put up with against a nit, no matter how sweeeeet their dogs are. So eventually the players started mocking the old nit by parroting his consternation back to him. As soon as he folded KK on the A49r board to a stab, the players would cut him off with the same: "Did you have it? Did you have the ace? Did you? Did you have the ace?" which left the nit fuming.
No creature on god's green earth has the complaining stamina of a nit who is unsure he's been bluffed, tho, and as soon as they'd stop, he'd start. So they decided to conserve their energy, and gradually their mocking became more and more condensed.
Slowly,
"Did you have it? Did you have the ace? Did you? Did you have the ace?"
became
"Did you? Did you have the ace? Did you? Did you have the ace?"
then
"Did you? Did you have ace? Did you? Did you have ace?"
then
"Did you ace? Did you ace?"
and finally corrupted into its final form with
"Didace? Didace?"
eventually they started greeting him like this when he sat down, and it officially became his name.
There is a God. She’s a fair and just god, and she’s also very knowledgeable about poker. (Well duh, she’s God.)
One day she decided the hands people got dealt should coincide with how kind, fair and loving a person is. For example, Very Josie kept being dealt K/Q, Q/Q, &
J/10 (her fave hand).
MLYLT was getting 6/7 sooted, K/T, pocket 8s but being a good poker player she did fine.
Lapka had a run of pocket aces, natch.
But there was one guy who also kept getting the same hand too. No matter what, he kept being dealt 2/7 off suit. It happened so much people started calling him 2/7 by name.
In fact, he even made his 2p2 name 2/7 Off-Suit and the rest is history.
there was once a poster who's heart overflowed with generosity
his life goal and aspiration was to financially support the up and coming poker players of 2+2 and watch them succeed
to witness how his modest stake would become the seed crystal that resulted in their financial independence
unfortunately he never was able to realize his dream because he was broke as **** and couldn't donate, so he got drunk on tequila instead.