Scud Missle #1 – Donald over Hillary
Ten parlays over 4 MONTHS of betting. 19 winning bets all completed. ALL of them, tied into Hillary at every price possible. This doesn’t even go into the fact that I checked Hillary’s odds EVERY DAY several times a day to get the best price. She never even remotely approached + money. All that time and energy checking lines, making bets, parlaying for massive payouts, comes down to me, in a basement, on my hands and knees, in the corner, PRAYING that Hillary does not somehow crack the + money barrier. I remember that moment well. The moment it turned on me. The moment I not only had to accept all the parlays were toast, but that this man would actually run the country. When I saw Hillary -125 go to Hillary +105, I knew I was dead.
I was watching the Young Turks that night online as they commentated live. They were literally LAUGHING, bellowing, beside themselves at the prospect Trump could win. I chuckled along with them, knowing a forthcoming celebration was inevitable. And slowly, you saw the perspiration form across the top of the forehead of Cenk Uyger, the host. The laughter was no more. The dirty, filthy rats went behind the curtain and pulled that lever for Trump like it was one of those idiotic giant slot machines on Fremont Street. Filthy lying rats in the shadows, duping pollsters and arranging for my betting demise.
Result: Donald turns the country Red. Incalculable parlay losses.
Scud Missle #1 – Donald over Hillary
Ten parlays over 4 MONTHS of betting. 19 winning bets all completed. ALL of them, tied into Hillary at every price possible. This doesn’t even go into the fact that I checked Hillary’s odds EVERY DAY several times a day to get the best price. She never even remotely approached + money. All that time and energy checking lines, making bets, parlaying for massive payouts, comes down to me, in a basement, on my hands and knees, in the corner, PRAYING that Hillary does not somehow crack the + money barrier. I remember that moment well. The moment it turned on me. The moment I not only had to accept all the parlays were toast, but that this man would actually run the country. When I saw Hillary -125 go to Hillary +105, I knew I was dead.
I was watching the Young Turks that night online as they commentated live. They were literally LAUGHING, bellowing, beside themselves at the prospect Trump could win. I chuckled along with them, knowing a forthcoming celebration was inevitable. And slowly, you saw the perspiration form across the top of the forehead of Cenk Uyger, the host. The laughter was no more. The dirty, filthy rats went behind the curtain and pulled that lever for Trump like it was one of those idiotic giant slot machines on Fremont Street. Filthy lying rats in the shadows, duping pollsters and arranging for my betting demise.
Result: Donald turns the country Red. Incalculable parlay losses.
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SOOOOOO CLUELESS He got himself banned intentionally because he didn't like being here anymore.
I'm not sure what some guy here would do without BWS for him to stalk 24/7
"I must get on covers and look for BWS post today" "It is my life" "Best makes sure which account I am logged in as though when I post about BWS"
Scal is LOST without covers. That is a fact.
Someone needs to go watch some more episodes at Match Game
So he had to get himself banned because he knew himself well enough to know that he couldn't just stay away on his own. A grown man that can't abstain from posting on a website with his own self control and you're singing his praises? Get the fuck outta here.
Speaking of that.....Did you not get the invitation to the "NEW SECRET BOYS CLUB"? Or are you sticking around because you heard there was a vacated JR. MOD job opening up. 
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