Two little mice fell in a bucket of cream. The first mouse quickly gave up and drowned. The second mouse, wouldn't quit. He struggled so hard that eventually he churned that cream into butter and crawled out. Gentlemen, as of this moment, King Niche is that second mouse.
A+ thread, thanks for the update KN we were all wondering what happened after that final table. the king is the last of a dying breed, a friend that is there for you thru thick and thin and doent back down ever, this thread has brought a tear to my eye
Every damn day I wake up and another ****ing bill hits the matt..all these bills are killing my damn action..i feel like im a rat treading water in a vat of tears waiting to die.. my fat girlfriend stands there every morning with her big sloppy face yapping in my ear saying damn we are going to be living on the street in some kind of damn panic im like no bitch you can live on the street im living in the damn car till i can get back in action..she slike OMGGGGGGGGG dont say that... if i have to live in the car I would die..im like wow you are one spoilt bitch..when i was playing in the high games I would always see the hobos skanks tramps hoes crack fiends the queers and they all had a damn story of pain..i never forgot that kind of pain, the type that is like a shooting pain right up through your anus..I never take it for granted..one time I gave $1000 to a hobo and took him upto my hotel room so he could raid the mini bar..im like help yourself bro i got you..hes like thanks man..this guy had a damn birds nest on his face and odd shoes on with track pants but he seems like a guy down on his damn luck so i let him take a nap in my bed while i jumped in the shower
...so this stupid hotel manager comes and knocks on my door while im in the shower and I goto the door naked like a true ****ing champ..this old bald guy says im sorry sir that man has to leave the hotel ..im like why we arent ****ing or anything im just trying to help this guy out cus he lives under a bridge..hes like sorry sir hes got to go..im like listen you bald crotch monkey, that is my damn friend and he is street busto living like a damn mouse in the streets hes my guest in this damn hotel and just cus he stinks of **** and cheese it doesnt mean hes gotta go..so how about you go suck your own ****
..this guy looks scared as **** and runs off saying hes calling damn security .. so i wake up the hobo and tell him we gotta leave the hotel cus security are about to get aggro hes likedont worry niche i got this and he pulls out a damn screwdriver WTFFFFFFFFFFFF are you going to do with that he says im gonna stab them bastids in the face and he starts waving the screwdriver around like a damn lightsabre..im like whoa that is a very bad idea put down the screwdriver you crazy hobo person..im like you are probably bluffin OP anyway.. he starts going wild in the damn room pulling off the paintings on the walls and spitting and then he pulls over a cabinet im like damn wtf are you doing..hes like watch this bro..and he jumps on the bed pulls down his pants and screws up his face and does a long fart and a massive **** on the bed im like omg im gonna throw up..hes like fight the system!!!!!!!! fight the system! im like wow that is going to put me in the red i want my 1k back hes like no way..so thats when security burst in and i tell them that this hobo was trying to rob me and they carry him out of the room and he is screaming and i remember how sickened i was at his balls flapping around as he wriggled in their arms
so after paying my staker swd and cashing out for bills and donking some away at omaha I have $100 left and im going to play some Mtts tonight and go deep or die..i've got grind on the mind...my fat girlfriend wants me to watch a movie with her im like id rather play razz with erik siedel bitch