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Originally posted by TheoHuxtable

He never specifically cited paragraphs.

 

The fact remains: your mouth is still clenched to my scrotum sack. you're welcome to release whenever you feel ready.

 

:lol: You're a fucking joke dude, seriously.

 

You're 14 year old humor and "cool" forum pics are as pathetic

as they are useless.

 

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Volume the third...

 

I finally convince her to go to sleep, and I return to online gambling and 12oz thinking nothing of the slutty girl in my bed wearing my clothes. The hour turns to 6:00 and I completely forgot that Jagermeister girl is off or work. So at about 6:15 there's a knock at the door, it's her, so I let her in. We're watching tv, talking and whatever, and soon enough the drunken slut from upstairs wanders down to join us. As you could have guessed the situation is pretty akward, there is a half dressed woman coming down from my bedroom, the same half dressed woman that was drinking as much cognac as she possibly could a few hours before. And then there is the girl I'm kind of seeing with a look of confusion. Before I even have a chance to say anything slutty girl says "thanks, for everything I feel a lot better now." Jagermeister girl takes this in completely the wrong way and says "So thats how things are huh?" I try to explain what happened, but she doesn't want to hear a word of it, and she leaves. Now the dumb slut from upstairs says to me "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to cause any trouble, I'm sorry." By now I'm pretty pissed off at the situation, as much as I am sure I can explain things to Jagermeister girl I hate people that get drunk and make you take responsibility for them. So I tell her "get dressed we're leaving."

 

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I drop her off at home and decide to make a little money so I head to the casino. As I'm driving there I see what appear to be 2 highschool whiteboys. You know the type, abercrombie till death, beanies and the whole nine in a souped up honda civic. I'm on the highway because if you read the last episode I got quite a ticket and they speed by exhaust like 1000 bees buzzing along. Then they slow down, so that they are maybe to where my front fender is. They look over and are laughing and trying to get me to race them. You have to realize that I drive a sedan, its not hooked up, its not fast, but it would tear a honda civic with a shitty muffler and crazy lights to pieces. I've had about enough of this game so I shift into fourth and fly past them getting up to about speedlimit +20. They try to catch up and I slow down and laugh, they zoom off. About 5 minutes down the road I see them on the shoulder pushing, I point and laugh.

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Originally posted by Milton

About 5 minutes down the road I see them on the shoulder pushing, I point and laugh.

 

This is the best part of the whole story.

 

My advice to you: Don't let dumb ass sluts get drunk on your tab and walk all over you. Say "Hey slut, you suck...buy your own drink"

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Originally posted by Milton

I've been saying that Big L shit for years. I've said it several times on here and quoted it as Big L's shit, so get off your high fucking horse. Congratulations you know a Big L line...

 

Get a grip...

 

Moral of the story: Next time give credit when you bite. Thanks.

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milton, i enjoyed the story paragraph or no!

but anyway, its that sods law type deal... you didnt do anything let your getting screwed (excuse the pun) like you did..

shit sucks

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That bitch owes you big time for fuckin' things up.

 

As for Jaggy girl, if she's as cool as you play her up to be, then explaining what really happened when she calms down a bit should be a breeze.

 

Fucking emotional women, seriously. My lady just fucking lost it over me buying her some $500 puppy. I told her to forget it, and she went ape. She doesn't care aboot money and expensive shit, but she just flipped this time for some reason.

 

Emontional fucking rollercoasters - can do without that shit any day of the week.

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So back to the story... with paragraphs...

 

I arrive at the casino, take my seat and begin to mercilessly beat the drunks at the table. Every time I raise they fold, every time I don't raise they raise and end up losing. I pull out every old school move I know, and within an hour I've turned my 100 into 400. It's at about this point that the shit hits the fan. I can sense the tension at the table after one woman who's been playing for 5 hours loses her last chip. And 2 hand's later the dealer gives me a straight flush which beats the entire table for 100 dollars and gives me a 500 dollar high hand jackpot at the same time. About three seats to the right of me is what appears to be about a 300 pound trucker, John Deere hat and all, who is about the only other person doing well at the table. And next to him is a guy that happened to have a full house and would have won until I caught a lucky card.

 

He stands up and shoves the table with both hands knocking it about a foot out of the way and spilling everyones chips. No bear in mind this guy is about 5'8 tops and about 160 pounds on his best day. So he stands up pushes the table and realizes he can't squeeze between the trucker and another large gentleman a the table next to us. Instead of being polite he shouts "MOVE!" at the trucker. The trucker laughs it off and says "no ask politely..." This idiot, with quite a bit of help from Jim Beam, says "Move or I'll move you" and tries to shove the truckers chair. The trucker has about enough and stands up. A shouting match begins and security hurries to the table but not before the drunk swings at the trucker and trucker picks him up by his collar and shoves him into the wall. If you've ever seen a rodeo where they're trying to get the bull to line up in the shoot this is what it looked like. Trucker has other guy by the neck, security is standing behind him trying to grab his arm which is as big around as most of their legs. Trucker doesn't even notice them, it's like godzilla in hong kong and they're trying desperately to stop it before somebody gets seriously hurt.

 

All the while I am thinking to myself that I am probably the one that caused the situation to being with. Eventually trucker man is persuaded to put the other guy down, everyone at the table has to fill out an incident report while we wait for the police to arrive. I fill out my form and decide that it is probably time to take my winnings and go. Outside trucker guy is sitting calmly by himself while casino security surrounds the drunk who is yelling and carrying on about how he'd "Fuck that bastard up" etc. I sit down at the table with trucker guy and try to apologize to him for my part in what happened. We get to talking for a while and it turns out he has a philosophy degree from Princeton, but he's traveling the country in an effort to "find himself" and because there aren't many high paying jobs for philosophy majors. We discuss philosophy for a while and I tell him about reading the Divine Comedy and we discuss it. The cops arrive and I tell him I should head home, he tells them to hold on for a second, walks to his truck (Not his truck truck, but the truck he drives around when he's not driving a truck) and he hands me a hard cover copy of the full Divine Comedy, says "See you around" and goes back to talk to the police....

 

More later..

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you should write a book of this stuff. i like the suspense of how you deliver the shit in chunks (in posts spaced out over time), and like switch back and forth between scenarios, like when we're all wondering whats gonna happen with jager girl you switch to the casino thing and turn into this kerouac style thing about meeting a cool ass trucker.

 

can someone link me to the first milton story thread about the jager girl and all that? i have no idea what it was called.

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If she’s alright looking, I wouldn’t be able to resist. But I hear you, annoying can be very annoying.

 

And now look what happened. Jagermeister is being an ignoramus, and you didn’t even stick it in the slut’s slot. Also, I hope you gamble in moderation.

 

 

 

“Most of y’all would be virgins if crack never came out.”

 

-big l

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