Worst degenerate I've seen so far

#1
A very large, older Mexican lady, who haunts a carnival game pit in Atlantic City.

Friday night, she is sitting there, nothing too unusual about her.

Saturday night, still there, same clothes, now no one is sitting next to her.

Sunday night, still there, same clothes, no one within two seats of her.

Monday afternoon, still there, same clothes, now she has a table to herself.

I don't believe she left the table except to go to the bafroom, and it might not be long before her disease progresses so far she doesn't even leave for that.
 

Gamblor

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#3
In my younger days I once played poker 36 hours straight. Not a smart move, was beginning to slightly hallucinate by then :laugh:
 
#4
Automatic Monkey said:
A very large, older Mexican lady, who haunts a carnival game pit in Atlantic City.

Friday night, she is sitting there, nothing too unusual about her.

Saturday night, still there, same clothes, now no one is sitting next to her.

Sunday night, still there, same clothes, no one within two seats of her.

Monday afternoon, still there, same clothes, now she has a table to herself.

I don't believe she left the table except to go to the bafroom, and it might not be long before her disease progresses so far she doesn't even leave for that.
So, how was she in bed? zg
 

winnawinna

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#5
Gamblor said:
In my younger days I once played poker 36 hours straight. Not a smart move, was beginning to slightly hallucinate by then :laugh:

My record for BJ as 30 hours straight...of course I went to the bathroom when needed. But I didnt remember anything about that night including how I got into the HL room...
 

Gamblor

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#6
winnawinna said:
My record for BJ as 30 hours straight...of course I went to the bathroom when needed. But I didnt remember anything about that night including how I got into the HL room...
BJ record is nowhere near that, did play BJ 16 hrs straight at the same casino, was stuck because of a snowstorm :)
 

moo321

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#7
I think I've only done about 10 hours of BJ. Maybe 12 of poker in a row. I did a combination of BJ and poker for 17 hours one day: that is my record.
 

blackjacktilt

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#11
zengrifter said:
So, how was she in bed? zg
Notice how he didn't respond? Ewwww.

22 hours poker (after 16 had to start drinking, lost about $300 profit after I became under the influence and left pissy drunk up only $600 :eek:)
6 hours blackjack (hopping around of course and lost $800).
Those two days will haunt me forever.
I have alot of poker buddies who play for 36, sleep for 8, do another 36 etc.
Yeah, they don't work and only play poker. They make more than alot of card counters do, so they don't bother and think I'm crazy for playing blackjack.
Please note that I don't always have losing BJ sessions :laugh:
 

FrankieT

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#12
winnawinna said:
My record for BJ as 30 hours straight...of course I went to the bathroom when needed. But I didnt remember anything about that night including how I got into the HL room...
You take bathroom breaks? True hardcores wear adult diapers.
 

Thunder

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#13
I wonder how many of you have pissed your pants because you had to go to the bath room really badly but were in the middle of the shoe and the count was sky high. That's when you know you're hardcore. Or maybe softcore would be the better word.:laugh:
 

Friendo

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#14
Thunder said:
I wonder how many of you have pissed your pants because you had to go to the bath room really badly but were in the middle of the shoe and the count was sky high.
To my right, a young, dainty, and very sexy woman taking her time on every hand: either too busy talking with some horny guy behind the table, or because her phone keeps vibrating, probably with the pleadings of some other dude offering $50 to sniff her bicycle seat.

To my left, a hyperactive young guy kicking the table at about 2 Hz: "Thup, thup, thup ... "

In my stomach, that huge double cheeseburger with chili fries - more accurate would be "fries chili", seeing as there were hardly any fries visible under that chili - and a monster slug of diet soda. I am having visions of the shuttle on the pad at T+00:05:00, a wisp of coolant swirling from its tail.

Three hands into the shoe, it looks as if the count will be keeping me at max bet all the way to the cut card. Thanks to this woman, this looks to be a leisurely shoe. I glance up, not at the cameras, but at the ceiling, pondering whether it will hold if a player and a blackjack table attempt a Saturn-V style exit throug the upper floor.

"Thup, thup, thup ... " I can see my bet bounce imperceptibly with each kick of the table, but it's taking my mind off my intestinal distress. I'm glad I'm not carrying a knife, because I am now thinking how wonderful those last moments O.J. spent with Nicole at Gretna Green must have been - perhaps, it seems to me in my current situation, the greatest pleasure a man can know?

In addition to the glacial hitting and standing from Little Miss Space Cadet, I'm drawing splits and doubles eerily often, and I double over the table as I shovel out the extra chips.

By mid-shoe, there is no way I am leaving: too much abdominal pain invested, and I must stay to see how many more ways this woman can manage to not know it's her turn to play. I hear Judge Reinhold's voice from Ruthless People say "Gandhi would have strangled her."

Two decks left, and the pressure is intense. I feel something kick as my large intestine takes on the form of some grotesque balloon animal. I am now reciting the count in the back of my throat, over and over, in time with the continued kicks being delivered to the table. I have never understood misogyny before this moment.

1.5 decks now, but we're not going any faster - a bead of sweat trickles down into my eye as I shoot a glare of pure seething hate at the nasty she-devil to my right. :flame: I'm actually grunting the count now: "Eurghteen, eurghteen ... huung-tree, hunnng-tree", through clenched teeth, head down, hands over face, seeing little but felt. The count is now in some long-dead pre-Indo European tongue - felt as much as recited - and I have no fear that anyone will know I'm actually grunting numbers.

I have no recollection of how I actually did on that shoe. :laugh:
 
#15
Thunder said:
I wonder how many of you have pissed your pants because you had to go to the bath room really badly but were in the middle of the shoe and the count was sky high. That's when you know you're hardcore. Or maybe softcore would be the better word.:laugh:
I had a hot shoe going with my bladder on overflow. Thankfully the count tanked before the end of the shoe. Saying I barely made the bathroom is an understatement. My pants were still dry but not my underwear. I was winning those big bets so it was worth it.
 
#16
Yes, I've had a case of the diarrhea when playing. That changed my Wongout point, for sure! Wonged out mid-shoe, finished what I had to do and got back to the table just in time for the first hand of the next shoe.

I'd say it's +EV to be careful what you eat and drink when out on an AP mission. We work hard enough, don't want to be encumbered by these problems.
 

blackjacktilt

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#17
Automatic Monkey said:
Yes, I've had a case of the diarrhea when playing. That changed my Wongout point, for sure! Wonged out mid-shoe, finished what I had to do and got back to the table just in time for the first hand of the next shoe.

I'd say it's +EV to be careful what you eat and drink when out on an AP mission. We work hard enough, don't want to be encumbered by these problems.
What the hell are you guys eating :eek: and you still haven't told us how the date went.... Don't be shy, we won't judge :grin:
 

Gamblor

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#18
blackjacktilt said:
What the hell are you guys eating :eek: and you still haven't told us how the date went.... Don't be shy, we won't judge :grin:
The cold shrimp and crab legs at the buffet will do it.

The only time ever I had to really go to the bathroom. It was a slightly high count but I stuck it out and got brutalized by the cards. My pet theory I'm working on now is that if you are not feeling well, maybe it is time to get up and leave. It does seem that is how your subconscious communicates with you about bad situations.
 
#19
blackjacktilt said:
What the hell are you guys eating :eek: and you still haven't told us how the date went.... Don't be shy, we won't judge :grin:
When you go to the noodle bar at 3 AM, you don't really know what you're eating, that's the problem! I think that is how I picked that problem up for that incident.

Funny you mention that, she did make an indirect sexual comment about me to someone else at the table! But hell, I don't even take the attractive dating offers I get in a casino. The way I figure it, the better looking she is, the bigger the monkey hiding in the bathroom that I'm going to have to fight when I get to her room. Might even be two of them.
 
#20
Automatic Monkey said:
When you go to the noodle bar at 3 AM, you don't really know what you're eating, that's the problem! I think that is how I picked that problem up for that incident.

Funny you mention that, she did make an indirect sexual comment about me to someone else at the table! But hell, I don't even take the attractive dating offers I get in a casino. The way I figure it, the better looking she is, the bigger the monkey hiding in the bathroom that I'm going to have to fight when I get to her room. Might even be two of them.
You could take the pygmy marmosets hiding in her bathroom. Even if there was a dozen of them.
 
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