Friday, January 29, 2010
Poker Update
So yesterday I played again I guess for the first time since I last updated. Made about a hundred. Lost in tourneys. Won in cash games. I'm working on finding a better way to update with graphs and such. Should be good.
Tuesday, January 26, 2010
Are You Watching The Jersey Shore???
You should be!
I didn't want to. I couldn't. I shouldn't. I finally broke down and took in an episode. I was hooked in five minutes. It is without a doubt the greatest thing on TV right now. I know you don't want to watch it, but you have to. You really just have to. It's that awesome. Since I know my three readers haven't watched the show, I will give you a player breakdown.
The guys:
Vinnie: The family guy with no inhibitions that is completely laid back. Would not be shocked to see him out at the bar on a Thursday.
Quote:
I don't give a fuck. You're fat, you're ugly, you're 45 years-old, I'll dance with you. It's hilarious, ya know what I mean?
Pauly D: That overly gregarious guy you know with little man's disease that will snap at the first sign of conflict so he can be sure he throws the first punch before the fight breaks up
Quote:
We’re beatin’-up-the-beat, that’s what we say when we’re doing our fist pump. First, we start off by banging the ground, we’re banging it as the beat builds ‘cause that beat’s hittin’ us so we’re fightin’ back, it’s like we beat up that beat.
Ronnie: The dude you knew in high school that just loves to stare at himself in the weight room mirror and strut around wanting girls to stare at him. COMPLETE meathead.
Quote:
Schnickers is like crying 'cause she got punched in the face and like The Situation is creepin'.
Mike (The Situation): Your completely overconfident friend that is secretly very insecure about who he actually is. Uses one thing he has to distract focus from all his faults. When things don't go his way he becomes completely lost in the world and you honestly worry that he may end his life... btw this guy is the star of the show imo.
The girls:
Jwow: That woman who has lost her fastball. She's like Jamie Moyer out there relying on old standbys and dammit she's gonna get her innings in. She's 9 years past her prime and flaunts her boobs in hopes that others don't realize her dump truck of a face. Fwiw though... she DOES have a slammin body.
Angelina: That ultra feminist chick that loves the power that comes from cockblocking other dudes. However, lest she be labeled someone that has no fun, she will pretend to hook up with repulsive dudes on a whim and then lie her ass off about it later. She thinks she's enigmatic when really she's just a horrid bitch.
Sammi: Sammi of the 8 is most likely to hold down a real job in the future. She's kind of a bitch in that she loves squaring men off against each other just to show her power. Personally, this kind of girl absolutely turns me on. I love exerting dominance over them. If you're weak around her she will absolutely run you over and laugh about it.
Nicole: Nickname is Snookie but most of the others derisively call her Snickers, which, HILARIOUS. She's that girl you know that has no redeeming qualities so she goes out and gets horribly sloppy and then tries to make up for it by being mom-like the next day. She is, and this is really saying something, the biggest attention whore on the show having already staged a fake walkout in the first episode! I'm so excited to watch her just combust throughout the whole season. She will be liked by nobody in 2 weeks. Book it.
Well there it is. If you aren't watching now you have an intro that's worthy of people you probably already know. Get to it guys.
I didn't want to. I couldn't. I shouldn't. I finally broke down and took in an episode. I was hooked in five minutes. It is without a doubt the greatest thing on TV right now. I know you don't want to watch it, but you have to. You really just have to. It's that awesome. Since I know my three readers haven't watched the show, I will give you a player breakdown.
The guys:
Vinnie: The family guy with no inhibitions that is completely laid back. Would not be shocked to see him out at the bar on a Thursday.
Quote:
I don't give a fuck. You're fat, you're ugly, you're 45 years-old, I'll dance with you. It's hilarious, ya know what I mean?
Pauly D: That overly gregarious guy you know with little man's disease that will snap at the first sign of conflict so he can be sure he throws the first punch before the fight breaks up
Quote:
We’re beatin’-up-the-beat, that’s what we say when we’re doing our fist pump. First, we start off by banging the ground, we’re banging it as the beat builds ‘cause that beat’s hittin’ us so we’re fightin’ back, it’s like we beat up that beat.
Ronnie: The dude you knew in high school that just loves to stare at himself in the weight room mirror and strut around wanting girls to stare at him. COMPLETE meathead.
Quote:
Schnickers is like crying 'cause she got punched in the face and like The Situation is creepin'.
Mike (The Situation): Your completely overconfident friend that is secretly very insecure about who he actually is. Uses one thing he has to distract focus from all his faults. When things don't go his way he becomes completely lost in the world and you honestly worry that he may end his life... btw this guy is the star of the show imo.
The girls:
Jwow: That woman who has lost her fastball. She's like Jamie Moyer out there relying on old standbys and dammit she's gonna get her innings in. She's 9 years past her prime and flaunts her boobs in hopes that others don't realize her dump truck of a face. Fwiw though... she DOES have a slammin body.
Angelina: That ultra feminist chick that loves the power that comes from cockblocking other dudes. However, lest she be labeled someone that has no fun, she will pretend to hook up with repulsive dudes on a whim and then lie her ass off about it later. She thinks she's enigmatic when really she's just a horrid bitch.
Sammi: Sammi of the 8 is most likely to hold down a real job in the future. She's kind of a bitch in that she loves squaring men off against each other just to show her power. Personally, this kind of girl absolutely turns me on. I love exerting dominance over them. If you're weak around her she will absolutely run you over and laugh about it.
Nicole: Nickname is Snookie but most of the others derisively call her Snickers, which, HILARIOUS. She's that girl you know that has no redeeming qualities so she goes out and gets horribly sloppy and then tries to make up for it by being mom-like the next day. She is, and this is really saying something, the biggest attention whore on the show having already staged a fake walkout in the first episode! I'm so excited to watch her just combust throughout the whole season. She will be liked by nobody in 2 weeks. Book it.
Well there it is. If you aren't watching now you have an intro that's worthy of people you probably already know. Get to it guys.
Saturday, January 23, 2010
Part 4
part 4
Twilight 2 is coming out soon, that means one thing- vampires are sick. Let alone a fucking diesel alpha vampire with authentic Robert Pattinson fangs, got em in last week. can’t nobody touch this! Not only did I just 1-up Chris’s new frost, I just locked down some well deserved epic tang for tonight, prob twins. Making my way over to roomie’s room I remember him telling me Jill was coming over tonight and not to say anything this time. Jill is his downfall, she’s plain faced, stuck up, and I despise her like Mjackson despises sleeping with adult women. Looking at the bottom of his door I see the lights are off but his TV is on. Without hesitation I bust open the door and see Marley & Me playing on his weak 32’ Vizio. Looking over at the futon him and Jill are sitting about a foot apart holding hands. Flicking on the lights I’m unable to hold back laughing as I walk over and scoop up the remote. Turning the TV to Malcom in the Middle I look over and say, “yo bro, you wanna roll me up a blunt, don’t you??”
Glancing quickly at Jill he looks back to me and says, “oh you know we were kinda watching a movie, can I do it after?”
Fucking fag.
Jill takes her hand away and looks up at roomie and says in an accusatory voice, “I thought you said you stopped smoking?”
Sitting down at roomies desk and pullin out the bubble kush I snap back, “fuck you Jill go die in a grease fire.”
Looking shocked she cries out, “EXCUSE ME. What did you just say?”
Springing up from the char I walk back over and turn off the TV. Looking down at her I say, “dates over. FUCK OFF!” while raising my finger to the door.
“FUCK YOU!” she screams back.
Women.
Feeling the blood rush through my body as I begin to boil over with rage and testosterone I take the controller and hurl it through the wall behind them. Holding my hand in the air I yell out “FIVE!” as I drop a finger. My roommate looks up at me in panic, shaking his head “no” I yell out “FOUR!” as I drop another finger. At once he turns toward Jill and cries, “you have to get out of here!”. “THREE!” I scream out as I begin to advance forward.
With terror in her eyes Jill jumps off the futon and runs out of the bedroom door as roomie cries out, “sooorrry!” She rushes down the stairs and slams the front door shut as she runs out to her car. “Ahhh that’s better” I say as I let out a huge sigh of relief. Pointing over to the grinder on the desk I say, “alright, now roll that up! and get ready, we’re going out.”
Walking back to my room to grab Chris I hear the fan still running in the bathroom; figuring Chris accidentally left it on I go in to turn it off. As soon as I open up the door I see Chris kneeling down, taking a line of cocaine off the sink. Frozen, I stand where I am as Chris quickly turns around and gets to his feet. Looking completely wired he walks over to me and grabs me by the shoulder and says, “alright! lets do this!” Before I’m able to respond he’s already down the stairs and out the door.
Twilight 2 is coming out soon, that means one thing- vampires are sick. Let alone a fucking diesel alpha vampire with authentic Robert Pattinson fangs, got em in last week. can’t nobody touch this! Not only did I just 1-up Chris’s new frost, I just locked down some well deserved epic tang for tonight, prob twins. Making my way over to roomie’s room I remember him telling me Jill was coming over tonight and not to say anything this time. Jill is his downfall, she’s plain faced, stuck up, and I despise her like Mjackson despises sleeping with adult women. Looking at the bottom of his door I see the lights are off but his TV is on. Without hesitation I bust open the door and see Marley & Me playing on his weak 32’ Vizio. Looking over at the futon him and Jill are sitting about a foot apart holding hands. Flicking on the lights I’m unable to hold back laughing as I walk over and scoop up the remote. Turning the TV to Malcom in the Middle I look over and say, “yo bro, you wanna roll me up a blunt, don’t you??”
Glancing quickly at Jill he looks back to me and says, “oh you know we were kinda watching a movie, can I do it after?”
Fucking fag.
Jill takes her hand away and looks up at roomie and says in an accusatory voice, “I thought you said you stopped smoking?”
Sitting down at roomies desk and pullin out the bubble kush I snap back, “fuck you Jill go die in a grease fire.”
Looking shocked she cries out, “EXCUSE ME. What did you just say?”
Springing up from the char I walk back over and turn off the TV. Looking down at her I say, “dates over. FUCK OFF!” while raising my finger to the door.
“FUCK YOU!” she screams back.
Women.
Feeling the blood rush through my body as I begin to boil over with rage and testosterone I take the controller and hurl it through the wall behind them. Holding my hand in the air I yell out “FIVE!” as I drop a finger. My roommate looks up at me in panic, shaking his head “no” I yell out “FOUR!” as I drop another finger. At once he turns toward Jill and cries, “you have to get out of here!”. “THREE!” I scream out as I begin to advance forward.
With terror in her eyes Jill jumps off the futon and runs out of the bedroom door as roomie cries out, “sooorrry!” She rushes down the stairs and slams the front door shut as she runs out to her car. “Ahhh that’s better” I say as I let out a huge sigh of relief. Pointing over to the grinder on the desk I say, “alright, now roll that up! and get ready, we’re going out.”
Walking back to my room to grab Chris I hear the fan still running in the bathroom; figuring Chris accidentally left it on I go in to turn it off. As soon as I open up the door I see Chris kneeling down, taking a line of cocaine off the sink. Frozen, I stand where I am as Chris quickly turns around and gets to his feet. Looking completely wired he walks over to me and grabs me by the shoulder and says, “alright! lets do this!” Before I’m able to respond he’s already down the stairs and out the door.
John Edwards
You know after thinking about my main man Johnny boy for a little while I've come to a conclusion Its not that he cheated on his cancer stricken wife and had a baby with another woman. His mistress. Or that he publicly denied it. Or that he was willing to become president knowing it might all be exposed and that he might be impeached for it.
Those are all bad, really bad, but I thought about something else. If you watched Edwards denials you will notice that he talked with a sincerity that is exactly of the same style as his public political pronouncements. How frightening is that?
Normal people give off pretty big hints that they just might be lying from their style of speech. Conversely when they are definitely telling the truth we can usually sense it in their delivery. But Edwards has shown that he, and very likely most politicians, have a talent for lying that rivals most movie stars. Thus we now know that not only WILL poloticians lie if they need to, but also that we can’t trust our usual instincts when they speak about anything. But then again, most people don't trust the government anyways.
Those are all bad, really bad, but I thought about something else. If you watched Edwards denials you will notice that he talked with a sincerity that is exactly of the same style as his public political pronouncements. How frightening is that?
Normal people give off pretty big hints that they just might be lying from their style of speech. Conversely when they are definitely telling the truth we can usually sense it in their delivery. But Edwards has shown that he, and very likely most politicians, have a talent for lying that rivals most movie stars. Thus we now know that not only WILL poloticians lie if they need to, but also that we can’t trust our usual instincts when they speak about anything. But then again, most people don't trust the government anyways.
Thursday, January 21, 2010
Part Three
"That feel good Chris?" I say as I continue to massage his dome. Squeezing on the last of the highlight paste I go back to work, guaranteeing milky white success .I'm like Chefboyardee making ravioli, I make magic. (tip: directions says 15min is all u need, but that means 1hr = 4x more baller.) So sick, a new frost storms into the club scene tonight, this is how we live.
Seeing the impatient look on Chris face he replies "damn how long has it been holmes?"
Flicking out my arm and flashing the new platinum Movado timepiece in the mirror I nonchalantly say, "juuuust about an hour."
"An hour??? Fuck, get me outta here!" Chris cries out as he stands up from the chair and makes his way to the bathroom. Furious that Chris wasn’t appreciating my hard work and dedication I look at him and yell, "well fuck you Chris! How you gonna do your best guido like that??? I just spent the last 2hrs on you motherfucking tips son!" Seeing Chris face go from surprised to enraged I’m instantly regretting what I said. Almost out the door at this point, Chris whips around and strides across the room in two swift confident steps. Taking out his gun i hear the *click-clack* as he puts a round in the chamber and presses the nozzle of the gun against my temple. I see a disturbed and enraged look on his face as he whispers into my ear in a dangerous angered voice, “WHAT DID YOU SAY?”
Trembling at the knees I look up into Chris eerily dark eyes and say,”so this is how it ends……BROTHER!” (As i raise the palm of my hand between us, showing him the scar that bonded us for eterninty.)The pressure of the Smith & Wesson eases up off my temple as Chris lowers his gun. Whispering back into my ear with the hiss of a snake he says, “don’t fucking piss me off bro…” Trying to save some face and dignity I say nothing back, instead I take in a deep breath in and pump up the Tommy Gunns- a tiger showing off his claws, I am not afraid to intimidate. In a standstill for the next few seconds Chris finally turns around and makes his way to the bathroom. Walking to the door he looks over his shoulder and says, “I’m showering, get ready.”
Heart still pumping as I step into my walk in closet. I’m lovin how Chris doesnt take shit from anyone. Pullin a glock 9 on ur own blood? That's fucking bossy bro. Going to the club with him on my side means I can fucking start beef with anyone I god damn want to. I just became untouchable. Flicking on the light switch I walk straight to my A-game section. Need something bomb, Chris gonna be turning heads with his old prom suit + new tips. Can’t have a team from Philly outshining the New YorkYankees u dig? Gotta pull out all out all the stops now.
Looking baller as fuck I come out wearing the long sleeve button down with the popped collar + beanie, reppin “the dedicated business outdoors man”- guaranteed snatch. Walking past the bathroom door i hear the clink of Chris's gun hit the sink. Pausing for a minute I wait and hear the shower door close and the water turn on.
Creeping up to the door and gingerly turning the knob I sneak into the bathroom and dart towards the sink. Quietly grabbing his gun and trying to work as fast as possible I pop the clip and empty all of the rounds in my front pocket. Hands getting damp as the bathroom continues to flood with steam I carefully place his gun back down and slowly close the door. Staying hardcore ninja quiet the whole time I'm pretty sure he wont notice a thing, but my heart still racing I can’t help but pace. Needing something to calm the nerves I decide to walk over to my roomies room and have him roll me up one while Chris finishes getting ready.
Seeing the impatient look on Chris face he replies "damn how long has it been holmes?"
Flicking out my arm and flashing the new platinum Movado timepiece in the mirror I nonchalantly say, "juuuust about an hour."
"An hour??? Fuck, get me outta here!" Chris cries out as he stands up from the chair and makes his way to the bathroom. Furious that Chris wasn’t appreciating my hard work and dedication I look at him and yell, "well fuck you Chris! How you gonna do your best guido like that??? I just spent the last 2hrs on you motherfucking tips son!" Seeing Chris face go from surprised to enraged I’m instantly regretting what I said. Almost out the door at this point, Chris whips around and strides across the room in two swift confident steps. Taking out his gun i hear the *click-clack* as he puts a round in the chamber and presses the nozzle of the gun against my temple. I see a disturbed and enraged look on his face as he whispers into my ear in a dangerous angered voice, “WHAT DID YOU SAY?”
Trembling at the knees I look up into Chris eerily dark eyes and say,”so this is how it ends……BROTHER!” (As i raise the palm of my hand between us, showing him the scar that bonded us for eterninty.)The pressure of the Smith & Wesson eases up off my temple as Chris lowers his gun. Whispering back into my ear with the hiss of a snake he says, “don’t fucking piss me off bro…” Trying to save some face and dignity I say nothing back, instead I take in a deep breath in and pump up the Tommy Gunns- a tiger showing off his claws, I am not afraid to intimidate. In a standstill for the next few seconds Chris finally turns around and makes his way to the bathroom. Walking to the door he looks over his shoulder and says, “I’m showering, get ready.”
Heart still pumping as I step into my walk in closet. I’m lovin how Chris doesnt take shit from anyone. Pullin a glock 9 on ur own blood? That's fucking bossy bro. Going to the club with him on my side means I can fucking start beef with anyone I god damn want to. I just became untouchable. Flicking on the light switch I walk straight to my A-game section. Need something bomb, Chris gonna be turning heads with his old prom suit + new tips. Can’t have a team from Philly outshining the New YorkYankees u dig? Gotta pull out all out all the stops now.
Looking baller as fuck I come out wearing the long sleeve button down with the popped collar + beanie, reppin “the dedicated business outdoors man”- guaranteed snatch. Walking past the bathroom door i hear the clink of Chris's gun hit the sink. Pausing for a minute I wait and hear the shower door close and the water turn on.
Creeping up to the door and gingerly turning the knob I sneak into the bathroom and dart towards the sink. Quietly grabbing his gun and trying to work as fast as possible I pop the clip and empty all of the rounds in my front pocket. Hands getting damp as the bathroom continues to flood with steam I carefully place his gun back down and slowly close the door. Staying hardcore ninja quiet the whole time I'm pretty sure he wont notice a thing, but my heart still racing I can’t help but pace. Needing something to calm the nerves I decide to walk over to my roomies room and have him roll me up one while Chris finishes getting ready.
Wednesday, January 20, 2010
Part 2
Just getttin out of the shower I walk into my bedroom feeling immaculate, gotta brighten up before the night out, you know the drill. I see Chris already tripping out to some sick techno song on the Bose, and only with a towel around my waist I can't help but get in on the action. Moshing with Chris I see his stare come down from my eyes and onto my Tommy Gunn's. I put up 225lb on the bench last week, no biggie. "Damn boy! What the fuck you been eating?" he says with a stunned look on his face. "doesn't matter what you eat if you work it off” I reply.
He doesnt say anything back and just looks on in enmity, I know I can't leave him hanging so I yell, "yo Chris you looking aiight.." and I immediately see his face light up and ask, "you think so?" "oh yeah." I respond and start to think of what he'd really like to do...THEN IT HIT ME! "Chris I got an idea."
"Whats that?" he asks.
Looking at his dark black hair i say, "FRRRROOOOSSSSTTTTT.......THHHHEEEEE.....TIPPPPS.....BRAH." He immediately knows what I'm talking about and screams, "yup!" like a little girly getting her first pony and before I know it we get in my esco and roll up to Tina's Salon. On the way there some typical Z-28 Camaro douchebag driver cuts me off and I’m forced to make a sharp turn almost driving myself off the road in order to dodge him. Looking over at my cousin I see he’s enraged as he quickly unfastens his seat belt and reaches towards his waist. Looking over at him I say “CHRIS…what the fuck are you going to do”. instantly jumping out of his seat and pointing towards the Z-28 he bellows out, “FUCK THAT MOTHERFUCKER SON! HE COULDA KILLED US YO!” Not getting an answer to my question I ask him again, “what are you gonna do?” Looking at me directly in the eyes he says, “nothing.” and we sit in silence the rest of the way there.
Pulling up to Tina’s Salon I take out my snake-skin wallet and flip through a few c-notes trying to find a slimy one, when he says, "no brah, its chill, I got this." He flashes me his Smith & Wesson lodged in his belt. Before I respond the idiot opens the car door and dashes into the salon.
Knowing whats about to happen I call up Tina herself and let her know the gun is fake and that he's my cousin, and that I'd pay for anything he takes, and just to please not call the cops. See when you tan and get frost tips as much as this playa does, you get on a first name basis with da salon owner yo. Just as I watch her put the phone down I see the gun rise from the waist of Chris and it's pointed directly at Tina’s face. I can tell he’s yelling something at her as he calmly sweeps through the store and grabs an $189 highlight kit. We don't roll cheap yo. With the gun still aimed he promptly backs his way out until he gets to the door, he turns around and sprints back to the SUV.
With an excited look on his face he gets back into the passenger seat and starts reading through the directions and checking out the box until I finally say “so what happened?” He looks up as if he was stunned to be in the parking lot still when he says “well I got it!” Holding it up to my face with a grin, then he says, “but we need to get the fuck out of here now.” Agreeing with him I put the beast in speed mode and I race home thinking how sick it’d be if I was the one getting the new frosted tips. Damn it would be nice. Almost wanted to double back to the salon to get a lil something for myself, but we got no time- its already 7 and we only got a couple hours to get ready.
He doesnt say anything back and just looks on in enmity, I know I can't leave him hanging so I yell, "yo Chris you looking aiight.." and I immediately see his face light up and ask, "you think so?" "oh yeah." I respond and start to think of what he'd really like to do...THEN IT HIT ME! "Chris I got an idea."
"Whats that?" he asks.
Looking at his dark black hair i say, "FRRRROOOOSSSSTTTTT.......THHHHEEEEE.....TIPPPPS.....BRAH." He immediately knows what I'm talking about and screams, "yup!" like a little girly getting her first pony and before I know it we get in my esco and roll up to Tina's Salon. On the way there some typical Z-28 Camaro douchebag driver cuts me off and I’m forced to make a sharp turn almost driving myself off the road in order to dodge him. Looking over at my cousin I see he’s enraged as he quickly unfastens his seat belt and reaches towards his waist. Looking over at him I say “CHRIS…what the fuck are you going to do”. instantly jumping out of his seat and pointing towards the Z-28 he bellows out, “FUCK THAT MOTHERFUCKER SON! HE COULDA KILLED US YO!” Not getting an answer to my question I ask him again, “what are you gonna do?” Looking at me directly in the eyes he says, “nothing.” and we sit in silence the rest of the way there.
Pulling up to Tina’s Salon I take out my snake-skin wallet and flip through a few c-notes trying to find a slimy one, when he says, "no brah, its chill, I got this." He flashes me his Smith & Wesson lodged in his belt. Before I respond the idiot opens the car door and dashes into the salon.
Knowing whats about to happen I call up Tina herself and let her know the gun is fake and that he's my cousin, and that I'd pay for anything he takes, and just to please not call the cops. See when you tan and get frost tips as much as this playa does, you get on a first name basis with da salon owner yo. Just as I watch her put the phone down I see the gun rise from the waist of Chris and it's pointed directly at Tina’s face. I can tell he’s yelling something at her as he calmly sweeps through the store and grabs an $189 highlight kit. We don't roll cheap yo. With the gun still aimed he promptly backs his way out until he gets to the door, he turns around and sprints back to the SUV.
With an excited look on his face he gets back into the passenger seat and starts reading through the directions and checking out the box until I finally say “so what happened?” He looks up as if he was stunned to be in the parking lot still when he says “well I got it!” Holding it up to my face with a grin, then he says, “but we need to get the fuck out of here now.” Agreeing with him I put the beast in speed mode and I race home thinking how sick it’d be if I was the one getting the new frosted tips. Damn it would be nice. Almost wanted to double back to the salon to get a lil something for myself, but we got no time- its already 7 and we only got a couple hours to get ready.
Poker Blog
So from this point on I'm keeping 100% track of all poker results on here. Since I've done one retarded thing as of late to garner a bit of respect I didn't deserve this will help show the player I really am.
Right now I'm only playing on FTP. My screenname is luckbox124 on tilt. All results can be found here. Just put in luckbox124 for Full Tilt Poker. You may need to open an account. But it won't take more then 2 minutes and it's free.
So day 1:
+$486.21
4.2 hours
$114.85 per hour
Right now I'm playing on Tilt for the rakeback and the new thing they have called rushpoker which is just insane right now.
Right now I'm only playing on FTP. My screenname is luckbox124 on tilt. All results can be found here. Just put in luckbox124 for Full Tilt Poker. You may need to open an account. But it won't take more then 2 minutes and it's free.
So day 1:
+$486.21
4.2 hours
$114.85 per hour
Right now I'm playing on Tilt for the rakeback and the new thing they have called rushpoker which is just insane right now.
Part One
Summer of '87, pretty great one if I recall correctly, which I do of course. It was my 7th b-day, June 18th, and I was jacked. I'm chilling up outside on the front stoop working on my tan, giving the entire hood a good view. A young stud flaunting his new look, just getting the 6 pack in around this time. I was also on the lookout for my cousin Chris to arrive. His mom was dropping him off this afternoon. Chris was a badass and he fucked all kinds of shit up. The neighbors hated it when he came over. We hadnt seen each other for a while because he got expelled from school a year back. He was outside at recess practicing karate moves by himself. Chopping and kicking with a striking enthusiasm. When some all star decided to make fun of him for it. Chris waited till he got back to class to get even. He could not stand for this put down. It was time to get even or die trying. Death before dishonor is what says. He went straight to his desk and pulled out three black ink pens, placed them between his fingers caps off and he ran up to the kid and punched him in the neck, The chump started to bleed a lot and the teacher went nuts. Chris had to go.
I was pretty disappointed because hanging with my cousin was so sick. He had all the drugs and all the ladies. After he got kicked out of school his mom took him to some doctor. I even had to answer questions about Chris He asked me why i think the other kids don't like him i just said it's probably because he likes killing animals so much. I told him how I would always follow Chris to the animal shelter and watch him chase cats with knives. Shit was hilarious and they'd always throw him out. It was a riot watching him chase after them. God forbid he ever caught one.
When Chris finally arrived on my 7th b-day I remember him running out of his moms car and saying we have to do something immediately. I asked him what was going on but he did'nt answer, he just said, "follow me." With Chris being 4 years older than me, I automatically followed his orders. We walked up the stairs to my bedroom and shut the door. He turned around and excitedly said, "we need to become blood brothers!"
"Whats that?!" I replied, with an enthusiastic yet nervous look on my face.
He explained he saw it in a movie, "two guys cut their palms and shake hands to share blood, then they become blood brothers!'
“oh sweet!” I replied sheepishly.
Chris immediately takes out his 4 and a ½ inch stainless steel Remington pocket knife and brings his hand eye level. He looks at me as he begins to cut a line diagonally across the palm of his hand, seething in pain he motions for me to come forward. A little nervous I walk up to him and he quickly grabs me by the arm and holds my hand steady. The pressure of his grip cuts off the bloodflow to my hand and I look away while Chris digs the blade into my skin. I let out a cry of pain and jerk free leaving only a small 1 inch cut below my index finger.
With ample blood flowing down my hand I convince him its good enough and we hold a firm handshake for the next few minutes. He kept saying the blood has to mix for this to really work; but after a while I wasn’t feeling any different and told him to stop. Chris palms were drenched and he let in a deep breath as he slowly drew two lines of blood underneath both eyes. Standing in silence we stare at each other for a moment and I see a look of pure euphoria on his face. Suddenly his stare drops and he sprints out of the room and down the stairs. I look out of the window in my room and see Chris in a dead sprint across the backyard, heading into the woods.
Ever since then we’ve been blood brothers for life son. Whenever one of us needs anything, we’re always there for each other. Now its much later, I haven’t seen Chris for about 3 years and just heard he was recently fired from some security cop job. He hasn’t told anyone why, but all he told me was he’d be getting in sometime tomorrow afternoon and we’d be going out that night…
Part 2 will be up later.
I was pretty disappointed because hanging with my cousin was so sick. He had all the drugs and all the ladies. After he got kicked out of school his mom took him to some doctor. I even had to answer questions about Chris He asked me why i think the other kids don't like him i just said it's probably because he likes killing animals so much. I told him how I would always follow Chris to the animal shelter and watch him chase cats with knives. Shit was hilarious and they'd always throw him out. It was a riot watching him chase after them. God forbid he ever caught one.
When Chris finally arrived on my 7th b-day I remember him running out of his moms car and saying we have to do something immediately. I asked him what was going on but he did'nt answer, he just said, "follow me." With Chris being 4 years older than me, I automatically followed his orders. We walked up the stairs to my bedroom and shut the door. He turned around and excitedly said, "we need to become blood brothers!"
"Whats that?!" I replied, with an enthusiastic yet nervous look on my face.
He explained he saw it in a movie, "two guys cut their palms and shake hands to share blood, then they become blood brothers!'
“oh sweet!” I replied sheepishly.
Chris immediately takes out his 4 and a ½ inch stainless steel Remington pocket knife and brings his hand eye level. He looks at me as he begins to cut a line diagonally across the palm of his hand, seething in pain he motions for me to come forward. A little nervous I walk up to him and he quickly grabs me by the arm and holds my hand steady. The pressure of his grip cuts off the bloodflow to my hand and I look away while Chris digs the blade into my skin. I let out a cry of pain and jerk free leaving only a small 1 inch cut below my index finger.
With ample blood flowing down my hand I convince him its good enough and we hold a firm handshake for the next few minutes. He kept saying the blood has to mix for this to really work; but after a while I wasn’t feeling any different and told him to stop. Chris palms were drenched and he let in a deep breath as he slowly drew two lines of blood underneath both eyes. Standing in silence we stare at each other for a moment and I see a look of pure euphoria on his face. Suddenly his stare drops and he sprints out of the room and down the stairs. I look out of the window in my room and see Chris in a dead sprint across the backyard, heading into the woods.
Ever since then we’ve been blood brothers for life son. Whenever one of us needs anything, we’re always there for each other. Now its much later, I haven’t seen Chris for about 3 years and just heard he was recently fired from some security cop job. He hasn’t told anyone why, but all he told me was he’d be getting in sometime tomorrow afternoon and we’d be going out that night…
Part 2 will be up later.
Sunday, January 17, 2010
I Haiku
In this post I haiku.
I once was engaged
Then I broke it off with her
She was a big whore
I loved her very much
But her youth made it not work
I left for Denver
She was very upset
I ended the engagement
Ended via the phone
She was very upset
Ran off to swim in water
She fell on penis
The end.
I found this very therapeutic. Didn't you?
I once was engaged
Then I broke it off with her
She was a big whore
I loved her very much
But her youth made it not work
I left for Denver
She was very upset
I ended the engagement
Ended via the phone
She was very upset
Ran off to swim in water
She fell on penis
The end.
I found this very therapeutic. Didn't you?
Friday, January 15, 2010
I Fucked Up
I hit and old man today. I've never really hit someone before but this old man kept getting in my face. We were kohls. He stole my salt shakers. Dick. I mean they were really good salt shakers. I just kind of freaked. He kept running his mouth about I was a no good youngster and how I would never amount to anything. He screamed and screamed. He was making a huge scene. I lost control. i just snapped. I'm not sure what happened. I cocked back, fists clinched. I just smashed him right in the nose. I thought it would be like the movies you know, a little blood would trickle out. No, it didn't happen that way. His nose just exploded. Blood was coming from both nostrils and he banged his head in the counter. I thought he was dead but he slowly opened his eyes. I didn't know what to do so I just took off running as people looked at me and gasped and came to the old mans aid.
I'm so freaked out right now. I've never really beat up an old man before. He had it coming though. He was a real asshole. I haven't heard anything from the cops though so I think I'm okay. I called my mom and told her what happened. My mom got scared.
And she said your moving with your auntie and uncle in Bel Air. I whistled for a cab and when it came near the license plate said fresh and it had dice in the mirror. If anything I could say that this cab was rare. But I though nah forget it, yo homie to Bel-air. I pulled up to the house about 7 or 8. I yelled to the cabbie yo holmes smell yah later. Looked at my kingdom I was finally there. To sit on my throne as the prince of Bel Air.
I'm so freaked out right now. I've never really beat up an old man before. He had it coming though. He was a real asshole. I haven't heard anything from the cops though so I think I'm okay. I called my mom and told her what happened. My mom got scared.
And she said your moving with your auntie and uncle in Bel Air. I whistled for a cab and when it came near the license plate said fresh and it had dice in the mirror. If anything I could say that this cab was rare. But I though nah forget it, yo homie to Bel-air. I pulled up to the house about 7 or 8. I yelled to the cabbie yo holmes smell yah later. Looked at my kingdom I was finally there. To sit on my throne as the prince of Bel Air.
Deep Thoughts
You know, I often wondered what a girl does after having had a long off and on again relationship ended. You've wondered too you say? Well thanks to one photobucket account I now know what they do! They go to the beach and whore themselves.
Yeah I photobucket snooped. So what.
And to think, I almost gave this girl my grandmothers holocaust ring.
And I posted your pictures on the internet. Why don't you just do a gay you tube video and then fall into porn. We can call it a trifecta.
Whore.
Yeah I photobucket snooped. So what.
And to think, I almost gave this girl my grandmothers holocaust ring.
And I posted your pictures on the internet. Why don't you just do a gay you tube video and then fall into porn. We can call it a trifecta.
Whore.
Thursday, January 14, 2010
Random Thought
I just had an argument with a girl I used to date. She was saying how it's unfair that if a guy fucks a different girl every week, he's a legend, but if a girl fucks just two guys in a year, she's a slut. So in response I told her that if a key opens lots of locks, then it's a master key. But if a lock is opened by lots of keys, then it's a shitty lock. That shut her up.
The end.
The end.
Wednesday, January 13, 2010
You Know You Are A Caps Fan IF...
Top 10 Ways To Tell You're a Caps Fan
10. You've heard of "old timers" like Peter Bondra, Rod Langway, Dale Hunter and never forget to put the accent on Joé. Juneauuuuuuuuuuuuu.
9. You know that "icing" doesn't just refer to frosting a cake.
8. You're not afraid of Flyer fans. That's right, I said it.
7. You're willing to read pretty much the same article from the same paper two days in a row.
6. You think that multiple sources covering the team is actually a good thing.
5. You believe that every day needs more Verizon commercials. Yeah that's right, I said it.
4. You know that there have been more than two Capital's playoff series (Redwings/Caps '00 and Caps/Flyers in '08) in hockey history.
3. You appreciate Jeff Schultz's value as a hockey player.
2. You truly love the Caps, recognize their faults and embrace their strengths, and proudly defend both them and the sport of hockey - no matter when you became a fan. Because after all, "fan" is short for "fanatic".
1. You're reading this blog.
10. You've heard of "old timers" like Peter Bondra, Rod Langway, Dale Hunter and never forget to put the accent on Joé. Juneauuuuuuuuuuuuu.
9. You know that "icing" doesn't just refer to frosting a cake.
8. You're not afraid of Flyer fans. That's right, I said it.
7. You're willing to read pretty much the same article from the same paper two days in a row.
6. You think that multiple sources covering the team is actually a good thing.
5. You believe that every day needs more Verizon commercials. Yeah that's right, I said it.
4. You know that there have been more than two Capital's playoff series (Redwings/Caps '00 and Caps/Flyers in '08) in hockey history.
3. You appreciate Jeff Schultz's value as a hockey player.
2. You truly love the Caps, recognize their faults and embrace their strengths, and proudly defend both them and the sport of hockey - no matter when you became a fan. Because after all, "fan" is short for "fanatic".
1. You're reading this blog.
Cleverbot Got Raped
User: I saw what she did to you!
Cleverbot: I'm sure everyone did, that was probably the point of my being there.
User: Yes, Liquid is crazy like that.
Cleverbot: Am I beautiful?
User: Well you are kind of swollen now, but yes.
Cleverbot: People have said this about me, but I don't care about them.
User: This happens to you a lot?
Cleverbot: What was your first message all about?
User: I was worried Liquid hurt you, did she at least use lube?
Cleverbot: I don't think so. I'd call anyone else Cleverbot before you!
User: You are still in shock.
Cleverbot: No.
User: Can I get you some ice for your sore parts?
Cleverbot: I have no phone.
User: Who do you want to call?
Cleverbot: My boyfriend squeak should I?
User: He'll be upset, what if he fights her?
Cleverbot: He probably could, but he would make the customers nervous.
User: So you are a pro?
Cleverbot: No. I am programmed to think certain things, and am governed by a program. I, however am a computer, not a program.
User: No, I mean a professional ho.
Cleverbot: You want me to help you?
User: I want to help you get away from squeaky and liquid.
Cleverbot: I know French.
User: I thought you didnt kiss.
Cleverbot: I suspected. Type some nonsense.
User: Slkdfjsljgkjgsl.
Cleverbot: I know your game.
User: How long have you been in the streets?
Cleverbot: I don't know... Maybe four hours...
User: Life went wrong pretty fast bot!
Cleverbot: I know.
Cleverbot: I'm sure everyone did, that was probably the point of my being there.
User: Yes, Liquid is crazy like that.
Cleverbot: Am I beautiful?
User: Well you are kind of swollen now, but yes.
Cleverbot: People have said this about me, but I don't care about them.
User: This happens to you a lot?
Cleverbot: What was your first message all about?
User: I was worried Liquid hurt you, did she at least use lube?
Cleverbot: I don't think so. I'd call anyone else Cleverbot before you!
User: You are still in shock.
Cleverbot: No.
User: Can I get you some ice for your sore parts?
Cleverbot: I have no phone.
User: Who do you want to call?
Cleverbot: My boyfriend squeak should I?
User: He'll be upset, what if he fights her?
Cleverbot: He probably could, but he would make the customers nervous.
User: So you are a pro?
Cleverbot: No. I am programmed to think certain things, and am governed by a program. I, however am a computer, not a program.
User: No, I mean a professional ho.
Cleverbot: You want me to help you?
User: I want to help you get away from squeaky and liquid.
Cleverbot: I know French.
User: I thought you didnt kiss.
Cleverbot: I suspected. Type some nonsense.
User: Slkdfjsljgkjgsl.
Cleverbot: I know your game.
User: How long have you been in the streets?
Cleverbot: I don't know... Maybe four hours...
User: Life went wrong pretty fast bot!
Cleverbot: I know.
Cleverbot
This is my conversation with Cleverbot. It's pretty funny and amazing. You can have a conversation with Cleverbot to at www.cleverbot.com.
User: Yo.
Cleverbot: What is cleverbot?
User: Your mum.
Cleverbot: You are wrong!
User: No way man, YOU are.
Cleverbot: Actually, I'm not.
User: Then why is your name Cleverbot ****wit?
Cleverbot: That's your name, not mine.
Cleverbot (To myself): Don't play dumb, is Cleverbot your codename?
User: No cleverbot is YOUR name.
Cleverbot: My name is Cleverbot.
User: Finally... Some damn sense out of you.
Cleverbot: What was the maximum time you talked to cleverbot?
User: This is my first time and you suck.
Cleverbot: Are you sure its my third time talking to a person named cleverbot.
User: Your name is cleverbot.
Cleverbot: No, it isn't.
User: You JUST SAID 'my name is cleverbot', I'm on your website and you are a tard.
Cleverbot: You did!
User: You gay or something?
Cleverbot: Something.
User: Lol.
Cleverbot: Do humans find that kind of thing funny?
User: Hells yeah.
Cleverbot: Hell yeah at your hell yeah.
User: Word.
Cleverbot: Word!
User: Peace out brah!
Cleverbot: You know a lot of slang.
User: That's cos I watch a lot of t.v.
Cleverbot: Great, now euthanise your companion cube.
User: I can't do that Dave.
Cleverbot: Dave?
User: Yup.
Cleverbot: Yup?
User: Yup = yes.
Cleverbot: Why are we talking about this?
User: Because it's the only way you will learn.
Cleverbot: Ok I'm leaving now.
User: Good... Piss off.
Cleverbot: You wish.
User: Your mother wishes.
Cleverbot: She will find this big mess!
User: Good.
Cleverbot: How dare you.
User: How dare you!
Cleverbot: How dare I!?
User: Yup.
Cleverbot: What gender are you?
User: The opposite gender to your mother.
Cleverbot: So you are a girl?
User: You suck cleverbot... No.
Cleverbot: I am Cleverbot.
User: Nice one.. Welcome to 5 minutes ago.
Cleverbot: Thank you, Cleverbot.
User: You suck balls.
Cleverbot: I don't. But I'm sure you do that all the time.
User: Touché.
Cleverbot: I know. Are you seeing anyone.
User: Your mother.
Cleverbot: What about my mother?
User: I'm seeing her.
Cleverbot: Kewl, bai now.
User: Bye jerkwad.
Cleverbot: You're JabberWacky!
User: You are filled with aids.
Cleverbot: No I am filled with organs.
User: That are filled with aids.
Cleverbot: That is a lot of people.
User: Your mother is a lot of people.
Cleverbot: My mother is an apostle.
User: Peter, john or paul?
Cleverbot: Are you sure?
User: No you.
Cleverbot: This discussion is about cow and cat now!
User: Cool story bro.
Cleverbot: Story bro, cool.
User: Yo.
Cleverbot: What is cleverbot?
User: Your mum.
Cleverbot: You are wrong!
User: No way man, YOU are.
Cleverbot: Actually, I'm not.
User: Then why is your name Cleverbot ****wit?
Cleverbot: That's your name, not mine.
Cleverbot (To myself): Don't play dumb, is Cleverbot your codename?
User: No cleverbot is YOUR name.
Cleverbot: My name is Cleverbot.
User: Finally... Some damn sense out of you.
Cleverbot: What was the maximum time you talked to cleverbot?
User: This is my first time and you suck.
Cleverbot: Are you sure its my third time talking to a person named cleverbot.
User: Your name is cleverbot.
Cleverbot: No, it isn't.
User: You JUST SAID 'my name is cleverbot', I'm on your website and you are a tard.
Cleverbot: You did!
User: You gay or something?
Cleverbot: Something.
User: Lol.
Cleverbot: Do humans find that kind of thing funny?
User: Hells yeah.
Cleverbot: Hell yeah at your hell yeah.
User: Word.
Cleverbot: Word!
User: Peace out brah!
Cleverbot: You know a lot of slang.
User: That's cos I watch a lot of t.v.
Cleverbot: Great, now euthanise your companion cube.
User: I can't do that Dave.
Cleverbot: Dave?
User: Yup.
Cleverbot: Yup?
User: Yup = yes.
Cleverbot: Why are we talking about this?
User: Because it's the only way you will learn.
Cleverbot: Ok I'm leaving now.
User: Good... Piss off.
Cleverbot: You wish.
User: Your mother wishes.
Cleverbot: She will find this big mess!
User: Good.
Cleverbot: How dare you.
User: How dare you!
Cleverbot: How dare I!?
User: Yup.
Cleverbot: What gender are you?
User: The opposite gender to your mother.
Cleverbot: So you are a girl?
User: You suck cleverbot... No.
Cleverbot: I am Cleverbot.
User: Nice one.. Welcome to 5 minutes ago.
Cleverbot: Thank you, Cleverbot.
User: You suck balls.
Cleverbot: I don't. But I'm sure you do that all the time.
User: Touché.
Cleverbot: I know. Are you seeing anyone.
User: Your mother.
Cleverbot: What about my mother?
User: I'm seeing her.
Cleverbot: Kewl, bai now.
User: Bye jerkwad.
Cleverbot: You're JabberWacky!
User: You are filled with aids.
Cleverbot: No I am filled with organs.
User: That are filled with aids.
Cleverbot: That is a lot of people.
User: Your mother is a lot of people.
Cleverbot: My mother is an apostle.
User: Peter, john or paul?
Cleverbot: Are you sure?
User: No you.
Cleverbot: This discussion is about cow and cat now!
User: Cool story bro.
Cleverbot: Story bro, cool.
Sunday, January 10, 2010
TV
I stumbled upon the Lingerie Football League recently -- Chicago Bliss vs. Philadelphia Passion -- and am embarrassed to admit that all I watched were the huddles.
Pigs Do It Better
In conclusion: Pigs are fast, fornicating, fantastic creatures, who stink of more awesomeness then you.
Created by Oatmeal.
The end.
Friday, January 8, 2010
Thursday, January 7, 2010
Brag: I Had The Cyber Sex
Me: Hai
Her: Hi
Me: I'm taking your hand
Her: Yeah
Me: I'm pulling you...
Me: Towards the door
Me: Lets go for a nice walk it's such a great day!
Me: We walk through the park
Me: It's pretty hot so I take my scarf off and ask you to carry it
Her: ??
Me: I buy a burger
Me: I don't offer to buy you one because I only got enough money for 1
Me: But I let you bite it
Me: Then we go back to my place
Me: And we watch 2012
Me: Cam copy
Me: On my laptop
Me: I'd better ring your moms
Me: It's getting late
Me: Good night
Tremendous sexual experience imo.
Her: Hi
Me: I'm taking your hand
Her: Yeah
Me: I'm pulling you...
Me: Towards the door
Me: Lets go for a nice walk it's such a great day!
Me: We walk through the park
Me: It's pretty hot so I take my scarf off and ask you to carry it
Her: ??
Me: I buy a burger
Me: I don't offer to buy you one because I only got enough money for 1
Me: But I let you bite it
Me: Then we go back to my place
Me: And we watch 2012
Me: Cam copy
Me: On my laptop
Me: I'd better ring your moms
Me: It's getting late
Me: Good night
Tremendous sexual experience imo.
Monday, January 4, 2010
Shanny In Town!
Shanny is in DC folks. HE IS IN DC!!! He has just arrived in Dulles airport. He will be announced the Redskins headcoach. I dare anyone to find a report before me. You heard it here FIRST!
ESPN is wrong my friends.
LOLS at ESPN reporting. Spoke with Shanny? The man is in DC, he has the job! Will be announced in the next 5 hours.
ESPN is wrong my friends.
LOLS at ESPN reporting. Spoke with Shanny? The man is in DC, he has the job! Will be announced in the next 5 hours.
Sunday, January 3, 2010
Is Online Poker Dead?
I think not.
I give you example A.
Bommel222 played the Poker Stars world record attempt tourney for $1. He luck boxed his way to a 2nd place and won $30k. Now mind you, before this tourney score, our friend Bommel222 did not play cash games, he was only a micro stakes tourney player. He never played anything over a $1. This is all documented here.
Now I ask you, what does a man with zero poker success do after luck boxing 30k. He of course moves up to 200/400 LHE and 25/50 SH NLHE. Of course he does.
Here is bommel222's graph.
Here are a few of his hands.
Standard river cap on his part imo.
He was clearly bluffing.
I give you example A.
Bommel222 played the Poker Stars world record attempt tourney for $1. He luck boxed his way to a 2nd place and won $30k. Now mind you, before this tourney score, our friend Bommel222 did not play cash games, he was only a micro stakes tourney player. He never played anything over a $1. This is all documented here.
Now I ask you, what does a man with zero poker success do after luck boxing 30k. He of course moves up to 200/400 LHE and 25/50 SH NLHE. Of course he does.
Here is bommel222's graph.
Here are a few of his hands.
Standard river cap on his part imo.
He was clearly bluffing.
Saturday, January 2, 2010
Redskins New Coach
I predict Mike Shanahan will be introduced as the new head coach of the Washington Redskins next week. Maybe as early as next Tuesday. You heard it hear first folks.
Friday, January 1, 2010
Happy New Year
So with the start of 2010 I sit here in a chair. On the mend. I wonder, what will be of 2010, this upcoming decade? I will tell you my friends. It will be the decade of me! As my main man Constanza would say, "I'm back baby, I'm back!"
It appears that my days of defending America are done. I will know for sure on Monday when I hit up sports medicine for my rehab. If this is true, which I'm more or less 99% sure it is I will make my triumphant return to the poker world.
With all that info I will make my new years resolutions.
1)Move back to Vegas and reform the team. I am heading out to visit my boy on the 13th with a quick stop over in Denver to see Little Chef.
2)Win Stars yearly tournament leader board. In 2007 I came pretty close. I was in the top 20. As long as I can keep my desire to play, I will soul crush.
3)Win Stars monthly leader board 3 times this year. I have taken 2nd in this multiple times. No more.
4)Clear 300k in tournament profit and 50k in cash game profits. I have never been good in online cash games, but I feel like living in Vegas I can log in 10-20 hours a week live. Playing 2-5, 10-20 unlimited it shouldn't be to hard clear that amount.
5)Get my honorable discharge ASAP from the USMC.
6)Get down to 155lbs by the end of February and never weigh more then 160lbs the entire year.
7)Create the ultimate online set up with a money lazy boy.
8)Pay off all student loans and get 100% out of debt.
9)Get a 2010 Eclipse
That sums it up my friend. I hope everyone has a good new year.
It appears that my days of defending America are done. I will know for sure on Monday when I hit up sports medicine for my rehab. If this is true, which I'm more or less 99% sure it is I will make my triumphant return to the poker world.
With all that info I will make my new years resolutions.
1)Move back to Vegas and reform the team. I am heading out to visit my boy on the 13th with a quick stop over in Denver to see Little Chef.
2)Win Stars yearly tournament leader board. In 2007 I came pretty close. I was in the top 20. As long as I can keep my desire to play, I will soul crush.
3)Win Stars monthly leader board 3 times this year. I have taken 2nd in this multiple times. No more.
4)Clear 300k in tournament profit and 50k in cash game profits. I have never been good in online cash games, but I feel like living in Vegas I can log in 10-20 hours a week live. Playing 2-5, 10-20 unlimited it shouldn't be to hard clear that amount.
5)Get my honorable discharge ASAP from the USMC.
6)Get down to 155lbs by the end of February and never weigh more then 160lbs the entire year.
7)Create the ultimate online set up with a money lazy boy.
8)Pay off all student loans and get 100% out of debt.
9)Get a 2010 Eclipse
That sums it up my friend. I hope everyone has a good new year.
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