Posted:
#51
I love how retards here give advice when they cant fn eat soup with a spoon...
Troubled Waters
Posted:
#52
Quote Originally Posted by dytide:
a Knicks game under ??
a Knicks game under ??
yeah they are now 24 unders and 21 overs for the year. Public pounds them over because they are a high scoring team who doesn't play defense. Little does the public know that the linesmakers know this too, and they also add a couple points on the total for the public bias. Under was the right play, I would do it again. But what the fuk do I know about anything but misery.
Posted:
#53
Quote Originally Posted by ProtoStar:
yeah they are now 24 unders and 21 overs for the year. Public pounds them over because they are a high scoring team who doesn't play defense. Little does the public know that the linesmakers know this too, and they also add a couple points on the total for the public bias. Under was the right play, I would do it again. But what the fuk do I know about anything but misery.
yeah they are now 24 unders and 21 overs for the year. Public pounds them over because they are a high scoring team who doesn't play defense. Little does the public know that the linesmakers know this too, and they also add a couple points on the total for the public bias. Under was the right play, I would do it again. But what the fuk do I know about anything but misery.
touche 
Posted:
#54
Quote Originally Posted by Syddigs:
Tell your wife your leans and make her bet the other side. Even better, let her hold your bets and that way you save on the juice.
You are obviously a fucking mock. Someone in the house should win money.
Believe it or not I am over 50 percent lifetime, actually close to 60%. I go on tilt though. I have turned 200 to 800 dollar deposits to over 10 dimes too many times to count. I have cashed out 9k before. But I go on tilt when I start losing. That is my problem I am an emotional wreck brought on by drug abuse. I am a train wreck on legs. When in control I bet 1 or 2 games every 2 weeks and I win them. Right now I am not in control.
Since I lost my 18k bankroll, that I built from a 1k deposit, I have been emotionally destroyed. It was more like 21k because I took some out and spent it.
Sometimes I punch myself in the face just because thats what I think about myself.
You know I'm a dreamer, just set me free, Home Sweet Home
Posted:
#55
Why don't you punch yourself in the face enough time to knock yourself out every Saturday and Wednesday?
When gambling is no longer fun, or a recreational hobby then it's time to stop.
We all have our good and bad days but when a gambler refers to himself as a " train wreck on legs " and " emotionally destroyed " then it is time to stop. Plain and simple.
Posted:
#57
As the time to fall unconscious draws near, I will soon draw myself into the fetal position, and it will be the best feeling of the day. Foreign substance will flood my brain and I will for a short time be legitimate and worthy of life. The miserable time ahead will be of no matter. I will think back to a time that I fell in love with a brown headed girl. A peaceful time full of hope and love.
Bizarre Love Triangle
Bizarre Love Triangle
Posted:
#65
Quote Originally Posted by Syddigs:
Why don't you punch yourself in the face enough time to knock yourself out every Saturday and Wednesday?
Why don't you punch yourself in the face enough time to knock yourself out every Saturday and Wednesday?
When gambling is no longer fun, or a recreational hobby then it's time to stop.
We all have our good and bad days but when a gambler refers to himself as a " train wreck on legs " and " emotionally destroyed " then it is time to stop. Plain and simple.
Posted:
#66
Quote Originally Posted by ProtoStar:
Boys I am here but severely depressed. Seems like it will never end. The reason I have been missing past couple days is wife tried to put an end to the gambling. Short story short, I left. Maxed out my credit card with a cash advance and checked into a hotel. Took the Hawks under against the knicks. Lost it. When both teams came out on fire in the second half I did considerable damage to the hotel which will put my credit card over the limit. Checking account bounced last week and my other credit card is maxed.
It's officially over gambling wise and I want to just collapse in the street. Maybe somebody will notice me for once, or I will be run over. Either is fine. I collapse on the floor of my house often, just when it gets to be too much and I fall out. I just fuking fall out like the loneliest punk in the world.
If not collapsing int he street then maybe I'm going to starve myself. Not eat and not take any drugs for about a month, then end it the way DJ AM did.
This is what I feel inside, do you think it is wrong? Does cutting yourself help? What do those people get out of it? Maybe I will try it. Maybe its worth it.
I try to smile but it seems pointless. What is a smile with no happiness? What is a rooster with no roost? Crash course dummy coming in for the final crash, watch out.
I look at myself in the mirror and wonder where that young dreamer with a calendar full of fun went. Now when I get my hair cut its half brown, half gray. When somebody speaks to me I feel like they probably think I am fully gay.
I feel like I may faint, somebody catch my fall.
I need a bridge over my troubled waters
Boys I am here but severely depressed. Seems like it will never end. The reason I have been missing past couple days is wife tried to put an end to the gambling. Short story short, I left. Maxed out my credit card with a cash advance and checked into a hotel. Took the Hawks under against the knicks. Lost it. When both teams came out on fire in the second half I did considerable damage to the hotel which will put my credit card over the limit. Checking account bounced last week and my other credit card is maxed.
It's officially over gambling wise and I want to just collapse in the street. Maybe somebody will notice me for once, or I will be run over. Either is fine. I collapse on the floor of my house often, just when it gets to be too much and I fall out. I just fuking fall out like the loneliest punk in the world.
If not collapsing int he street then maybe I'm going to starve myself. Not eat and not take any drugs for about a month, then end it the way DJ AM did.
This is what I feel inside, do you think it is wrong? Does cutting yourself help? What do those people get out of it? Maybe I will try it. Maybe its worth it.
I try to smile but it seems pointless. What is a smile with no happiness? What is a rooster with no roost? Crash course dummy coming in for the final crash, watch out.
I look at myself in the mirror and wonder where that young dreamer with a calendar full of fun went. Now when I get my hair cut its half brown, half gray. When somebody speaks to me I feel like they probably think I am fully gay.
I feel like I may faint, somebody catch my fall.
I need a bridge over my troubled waters
Pull the TRIGGER already.
Posted:
#71
I had a green bar under my name now its gone. There it is, thats my life in a nutshell. Had it but now its gone. Well today was typical I slept until 4pm when I woke up and drove to Taco Bell. I knew this eating trip would be the highlight of my day so I tried to take my time in Taco Bell.
I walked in slowly, let somebody else go in front of me in line, took my time looking at the menu when it was my turn to order (even though I already knew what I was going to get), then walked slowly with my food. I ate and drank slowly. I looked around the restaurant at all the people laughing and eating quickly, like they had somewhere and something more important to do after eating. Everyone seemed happy. A pretty girl walked by and did not smile at me. 5 years ago she would have smiled and given me a look. No longer. As I got down to my last bite of my burrito (2 dollar meal with Duritos and drink) I felt upset. My eating time was over and this made me depressed.
I got up thinking about ways to prolong it next time. I got in my car thinking if I should drive or just sit there in my car and stare at the highway. I knew I would not be betting today or tomorrow, and the drugs don't get me high anymore. I drove home, thinking maybe HBO (we got it free for 3 months for a screw up on our bill) will have a new movie that I will like when I get home. They didn't. I cried.
I stopped crying and started daydreaming about being psychic and able to predict games. How the money would come, how I would manage it, how I would have to lose games too so they don't find out I'm psychic. I would even need beards eventually to put in bets for me. By that time I would own an island by Johnny Depp and would matter in this life. Me and Depp would be friends because our islands would be beside each other. Then I snapped out of the daydream. I realized I wasn't psychic and considered burning my hand on the oven. Tomorrow is February. I can't wait.
Doorstep Girl
I walked in slowly, let somebody else go in front of me in line, took my time looking at the menu when it was my turn to order (even though I already knew what I was going to get), then walked slowly with my food. I ate and drank slowly. I looked around the restaurant at all the people laughing and eating quickly, like they had somewhere and something more important to do after eating. Everyone seemed happy. A pretty girl walked by and did not smile at me. 5 years ago she would have smiled and given me a look. No longer. As I got down to my last bite of my burrito (2 dollar meal with Duritos and drink) I felt upset. My eating time was over and this made me depressed.
I got up thinking about ways to prolong it next time. I got in my car thinking if I should drive or just sit there in my car and stare at the highway. I knew I would not be betting today or tomorrow, and the drugs don't get me high anymore. I drove home, thinking maybe HBO (we got it free for 3 months for a screw up on our bill) will have a new movie that I will like when I get home. They didn't. I cried.
I stopped crying and started daydreaming about being psychic and able to predict games. How the money would come, how I would manage it, how I would have to lose games too so they don't find out I'm psychic. I would even need beards eventually to put in bets for me. By that time I would own an island by Johnny Depp and would matter in this life. Me and Depp would be friends because our islands would be beside each other. Then I snapped out of the daydream. I realized I wasn't psychic and considered burning my hand on the oven. Tomorrow is February. I can't wait.
Doorstep Girl
Posted:
#73
[Quote: Originally Posted by ProtoStar] I had a green bar under my name now its gone. There it is, thats my life in a nutshell. Had it but now its gone. Well today was typical I slept until 4pm when I woke up and drove to Taco Bell. I knew this eating trip would be the highlight of my day so I tried to take my time in Taco Bell.
I walked in slowly, let somebody else go in front of me in line, took my time looking at the menu when it was my turn to order (even though I already knew what I was going to get), then walked slowly with my food. I ate and drank slowly. I looked around the restaurant at all the people laughing and eating quickly, like they had somewhere and something more important to do after eating. Everyone seemed happy. A pretty girl walked by and did not smile at me. 5 years ago she would have smiled and given me a look. No longer. As I got down to my last bite of my burrito (2 dollar meal with Duritos and drink) I felt upset. My eating time was over and this made me depressed.
I got up thinking about ways to prolong it next time. I got in my car thinking if I should drive or just sit there in my car and stare at the highway. I knew I would not be betting today or tomorrow, and the drugs don't get me high anymore. I drove home, thinking maybe HBO (we got it free for 3 months for a screw up on our bill) will have a new movie that I will like when I get home. They didn't. I cried.
I stopped crying and started daydreaming about being psychic and able to predict games. How the money would come, how I would manage it, how I would have to lose games too so they don't find out I'm psychic. I would even need beards eventually to put in bets for me. By that time I would own an island by Johnny Depp and would matter in this life. Me and Depp would be friends because our islands would be beside each other. Then I snapped out of the daydream. I realized I wasn't psychic and considered burning my hand on the oven. Tomorrow is February. I can't wait.
Doorstep Girl
you really fucked up now. didnt you hear that taco bell's meat is pure garbage?
I walked in slowly, let somebody else go in front of me in line, took my time looking at the menu when it was my turn to order (even though I already knew what I was going to get), then walked slowly with my food. I ate and drank slowly. I looked around the restaurant at all the people laughing and eating quickly, like they had somewhere and something more important to do after eating. Everyone seemed happy. A pretty girl walked by and did not smile at me. 5 years ago she would have smiled and given me a look. No longer. As I got down to my last bite of my burrito (2 dollar meal with Duritos and drink) I felt upset. My eating time was over and this made me depressed.
I got up thinking about ways to prolong it next time. I got in my car thinking if I should drive or just sit there in my car and stare at the highway. I knew I would not be betting today or tomorrow, and the drugs don't get me high anymore. I drove home, thinking maybe HBO (we got it free for 3 months for a screw up on our bill) will have a new movie that I will like when I get home. They didn't. I cried.
I stopped crying and started daydreaming about being psychic and able to predict games. How the money would come, how I would manage it, how I would have to lose games too so they don't find out I'm psychic. I would even need beards eventually to put in bets for me. By that time I would own an island by Johnny Depp and would matter in this life. Me and Depp would be friends because our islands would be beside each other. Then I snapped out of the daydream. I realized I wasn't psychic and considered burning my hand on the oven. Tomorrow is February. I can't wait.
Doorstep Girl
you really fucked up now. didnt you hear that taco bell's meat is pure garbage?
Posted:
#75
Quote Originally Posted by ProtoStar:
I had a green bar under my name now its gone. There it is, thats my life in a nutshell. Had it but now its gone. Well today was typical I slept until 4pm when I woke up and drove to Taco Bell. I knew this eating trip would be the highlight of my day so I tried to take my time in Taco Bell.
I walked in slowly, let somebody else go in front of me in line, took my time looking at the menu when it was my turn to order (even though I already knew what I was going to get), then walked slowly with my food. I ate and drank slowly. I looked around the restaurant at all the people laughing and eating quickly, like they had somewhere and something more important to do after eating. Everyone seemed happy. A pretty girl walked by and did not smile at me. 5 years ago she would have smiled and given me a look. No longer. As I got down to my last bite of my burrito (2 dollar meal with Duritos and drink) I felt upset. My eating time was over and this made me depressed.
I got up thinking about ways to prolong it next time. I got in my car thinking if I should drive or just sit there in my car and stare at the highway. I knew I would not be betting today or tomorrow, and the drugs don't get me high anymore. I drove home, thinking maybe HBO (we got it free for 3 months for a screw up on our bill) will have a new movie that I will like when I get home. They didn't. I cried.
I stopped crying and started daydreaming about being psychic and able to predict games. How the money would come, how I would manage it, how I would have to lose games too so they don't find out I'm psychic. I would even need beards eventually to put in bets for me. By that time I would own an island by Johnny Depp and would matter in this life. Me and Depp would be friends because our islands would be beside each other. Then I snapped out of the daydream. I realized I wasn't psychic and considered burning my hand on the oven. Tomorrow is February. I can't wait.
Doorstep Girl
I had a green bar under my name now its gone. There it is, thats my life in a nutshell. Had it but now its gone. Well today was typical I slept until 4pm when I woke up and drove to Taco Bell. I knew this eating trip would be the highlight of my day so I tried to take my time in Taco Bell.
I walked in slowly, let somebody else go in front of me in line, took my time looking at the menu when it was my turn to order (even though I already knew what I was going to get), then walked slowly with my food. I ate and drank slowly. I looked around the restaurant at all the people laughing and eating quickly, like they had somewhere and something more important to do after eating. Everyone seemed happy. A pretty girl walked by and did not smile at me. 5 years ago she would have smiled and given me a look. No longer. As I got down to my last bite of my burrito (2 dollar meal with Duritos and drink) I felt upset. My eating time was over and this made me depressed.
I got up thinking about ways to prolong it next time. I got in my car thinking if I should drive or just sit there in my car and stare at the highway. I knew I would not be betting today or tomorrow, and the drugs don't get me high anymore. I drove home, thinking maybe HBO (we got it free for 3 months for a screw up on our bill) will have a new movie that I will like when I get home. They didn't. I cried.
I stopped crying and started daydreaming about being psychic and able to predict games. How the money would come, how I would manage it, how I would have to lose games too so they don't find out I'm psychic. I would even need beards eventually to put in bets for me. By that time I would own an island by Johnny Depp and would matter in this life. Me and Depp would be friends because our islands would be beside each other. Then I snapped out of the daydream. I realized I wasn't psychic and considered burning my hand on the oven. Tomorrow is February. I can't wait.
Doorstep Girl
Jesus man you're setting yourself up for a bad day by eating at Taco Bell! On another note, welcome back
. I expect nothing but complete absurdity from this thread and I know you'll give it to me Proto
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