Here are my notes from last night's playing session:
2 of 10
5 of 10
3 of 10
4 (?, I think) of 10
Completely illegible scribble.
Looking at my balance, I do believe I went to bed with 10 games open.
It looks like no one guessed correctly. The winning answer was rum, lots and lots of rum.
Today's lesson:
Drinking, posting, and gambling should not be mixed.
Until next time from the World Series of Idiocy.
2 of 10
5 of 10
3 of 10
4 (?, I think) of 10
Completely illegible scribble.
Looking at my balance, I do believe I went to bed with 10 games open.
It looks like no one guessed correctly. The winning answer was rum, lots and lots of rum.
Today's lesson:
Drinking, posting, and gambling should not be mixed.
Until next time from the World Series of Idiocy.
Oh that's nothing.I've done some bad stuff to my sportsbook balances in the middle of the night.So this one night I'm driving home drunk. Not good. But me not wanting to hurt anyone or spend the rest of my life in a state penitentary, in spots like this, I drive really carefully and the speed limit. So I'm driving along at like 60 on the highway piece of cake, I'm not really ripped or anything, but I could'nt pass a test and all of a sudden a tire blows out. I get off the road safely, nobody was near me. So I'm sitting there trying to find my AAA card for a tow, no way I can change a tire in the dark right then. Can't find the card. It dawns on me a cop could pull over to check on the car parked off the shoulder and I could get a DUI even though I didnt do anything to get pulled over. So I start walking to the next exit which is like 1/4 mile. I get, no lie, maybe 20 yards when a cop whips by and hits his lights, pulls off and starts backing up.I suddenly feel a lot soberer. I decide my strategy will be to not talk too much and try and seem normal.So the cop gets out. Here's where it gets good. This fucking cop is like a 9. I shit you not. She is fucking beautiful. I think I may have scored some points with her when I noticably flinched. I did keep my jaw from dropping. I tell her I can't change the tire and she calls me a tow truck. I'm not sure if she figured out I was drunk and gave me a break because I wasnt driving anymore and she was busy that night though I suspect it. She never asked if I'd been drinking, but cops tend to look for that.Anyhow, moral of the story is tow truck takes my car to a Sears like a 1/2 mile from my house and I walk home and get back on the sauce and start capping baseball. I got really, really happy about the Astros. I fucking unloaded on the Astros in the middle of the night all ripped. So the next day as the Astros are getting their face kicked in, I am seriously pissed at myself. No wonder your sportsbook account passwords work in the middle of the night. They must get some wacky shit coming in then. Probably their most profitable time.I've done some real damage in the night to my accounts. It dawns on me now what a great opportunity I had. I should have done something to get arrested and then resisted. I mean people pay top dollar for a chick like this to beat the crap out of them and I could have gotten it for free and saved all the Astros money. I should start speeding down that stretch of highway every night until i meet that cop again. Maybe I can push her a bit or something.
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