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When you play the right game with the right skillz 1-2% is far from tops.
CP
You betcha CP.... Taking candy from babies if you can catch it!
When you play the right game with the right skillz 1-2% is far from tops.
CP
nice write up's guyz! very entertaining and prosaic but not humdrum or boring.
welcome to the rap club! the BJ RAPPERS
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Yeah right, Sagey, flattery gets you somewhere. :cat:nice write up's guyz! very entertaining and prosaic but not humdrum or boring.
welcome to the rap club! the BJ RAPPERS
:celebrate
The specialist makes his way to his place of battle. A mercenary of sorts, armed with certain weapons and skills only a few can know or understand. He takes his place, confident in his abilities, ready to do battle. He's surrounded by civilians whom he views as only minor distractions, neither friends nor foes. The battle commences and his enemy is strong, stronger than usual. Quickly the gold uniformed devil goes for his ammunition bunker but the specialist has more. He is not worried, just a minor set back, a little loss.
Round by round the battle continues. Some of the civilians have now become casualties but our specialist has deciphered the code that tells him his enemy is vulnerable. He sends in the heavy artillery, only to have the gold uniformed devil snatch it up like a meaningless spec of dirt removed by a vacuum, the vacuum of the devil. He gets another message from his HQ, his opponent seems even weaker. He drops two larger bombs with confidence that his opponent will falter. The vacuum from hell, disguised by the gold uniform and a pretty face snatches up his two bombs like nothing. The specialist now realizes his opponent is not one to be under estimated. Another two bombs are sent to the devil, only this time it seems god has smiled. Our specialist gets to double the strength of both bombs and observation reveals his opponent is of only five. He's got to win this round, all things are in his favor. He flanks his opponent with two platoons of twenty. He sits back and relaxes a bit, smoke em if you got em he thinks. Suddenly out of the devil's trenches pop another six from the devil's reserve, only to be backed up by a compliment of ten and again the vacuum from hell sucks up the specialist's munitions as if they were meaningless specs of dirt.
Retreat seems the only answer. What happened? Intel told him his opponent was weak however the gold uniformed devil was able to conquer him like a civilian. All of his training, his twelve+ years of experience, his special smart bombs, doubled for maximum effect, had no effect on the devils vacuum. So many battles won like this before only to be belittled like an uneducated civilian this time around. He retreats from the battlefield, disgusted and bewildered. His intel was wrong and his opponent was crafty. Wounded and battle worn, he must live to fight another day.
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Nice job on the story MM, two thumbs up.
You ever think about writing a book? :grin:
Thanks MP. I started this thread for fun and entertainment because I thought things were getting a little droll lately. It didn't turn out as funny as I thought it would but it's still been entertainment. It's all good...JtMM
I was at the table the other day in that "dealer from hell" scenario in which a woman at the table referred to that whole "sacred flow of the cards" theory and went into her reasoning on why the table was doing so poorly overall, which was a guy at first base playing back and forth from one to two hands and blah blah blah. Her theory got blown all to hell when this guy left the table and the dealer from hell continued his reign of terror upon all players crossing his path. I then told her I didn't believe in "the sacred flow of the cards" theory but did believe in the "just any ol' crazy damn thing can happen" theory!
There is a post up in the card counting forum titled "Are my results normal (or close)?". In that post...
Religions, Christianity, Judiasm, Islam etc, including the religion of blackjack losers, the Sacred Flow of the All Knowing Cards, should be capitalized always. Had you had respect for the Sacred Flow of the All Knowing Cards perhaps the Flow at your table would have changed. The cards are all knowing, so they knew there was a heretic at the table and punished all.
ihate17....Grand Muckety Muck of the Sacred Flow of the All Knowing Cards
Hey nice religious try Muckety Muck; but Tarzan's story - while he was comparing his Joan Rivers wig with the lady on the next seat - made it clear that on that occasion, it was the the old familiar dealer from hell problem. Tarzan has spotted this deadly pest and generally takes steps to dodge it. I wonder what made him stick around this time? Hmmm... I betcha he wasn't prayin for help from the blackjack gods. :cat:
That same old familiar dealer from hell problem.
I explained earlier that a priest loaded with holy water is one of the best solutions. It is not the dealer, it is the devil in the shoe and or the demon in the shuffle machine that has possessed the innocent dealer.
Unfortunately, casinos appear to frown upon frocked guests sprinkling water on their dealers, but that is concrete proof that the casinos are in league with the devil himself.
Has anyone tried chicken bones? This is the voodoo board.
ihate17
I once brought my mother-in-laws lucky frog key chain... wasn't lucky for me so I tossed it in the trash. Sorry Sagefr0g...
Then I brought the NY Lottery's, "A Little Bit of Luck" but he didn't work either. Smashed him in the head and tossed him in the ash tray.
The almightly flow of the cards turned to a river and flooded my spot with winning hands, that must have been due to my wife's praying to the BJ gods.
Whew... glad this is the Voodoo board...
BJC
possed to have lady luck kiss the frog first, then it's mighty powers are unleased