Troubled Waters

I love how retards here give advice when they cant fn eat soup with a spoon...

yeah they are now 24 unders and 21 overs for the year.  Public pounds them over because they are a high scoring team who doesn't play defense.  Little does the public know that the linesmakers know this too, and they also add a couple points on the total for the public bias.  Under was the right play, I would do it again.  But what the fuk do I know about anything but misery. 

 

touche   

Believe it or not I am over 50 percent lifetime, actually close to 60%.  I go on tilt though.  I have turned 200 to 800 dollar deposits to over 10 dimes too many times to count.  I have cashed out 9k before.  But I go on tilt when I start losing.  That is my problem I am an emotional wreck brought on by drug abuse.  I am a train wreck on legs.  When in control I bet 1 or 2 games every 2 weeks and I win them.  Right now I am not in control. 

Since I lost my 18k bankroll, that I built from a 1k deposit, I have been emotionally destroyed.  It was more like 21k because I took some out and spent it.

Sometimes I punch myself in the face just because thats what I think about myself.

You know I'm a dreamer, just set me free, Home Sweet Home

Why don't you punch yourself in the face enough time to knock yourself out every Saturday and Wednesday?

As the time to fall unconscious draws near, I will soon draw myself into the fetal position, and it will be the best feeling of the day.  Foreign substance will flood my brain and I will for a short time be legitimate and worthy of life.  The miserable time ahead will be of no matter.  I will think back to a time that I fell in love with a brown headed girl.  A peaceful time full of hope and love.

Bizarre Love Triangle

Shouldn't you be out on a ledge somewhere? Talk about melodramatic.

Excellent advice for this 'mo...

you are a dick

vatican city...go visit the pope asshole...

seems you have experience

Why don't you try screwing your wife in the pooper? That always makes me feel better.

 

Pull the TRIGGER already.

Bridge over troubled waters,  oh my the old Simon and Garfunkel.  you go way back Proto!  remember Sounds of Silence and Hello Mrs. Robinson from the soundtrack of the Graduate, with Dustin Hoffman and Anne Bancroft, a classic.   Proto, you dah man!!!!

 

lol dont it though

I dont know bout this proto fella

I had a green bar under my name now its gone.  There it is, thats my life in a nutshell.  Had it but now its gone.  Well today was typical I slept until 4pm when I woke up and drove to Taco Bell.  I knew this eating trip would be the highlight of my day so I tried to take my time in Taco Bell. 

I walked in slowly, let somebody else go in front of me in line, took my time looking at the menu when it was my turn to order (even though I already knew what I was going to get), then walked slowly with my food.  I ate and drank slowly.  I looked around the restaurant at all the people laughing and eating quickly, like they had somewhere and something more important to do after eating.  Everyone seemed happy.  A pretty girl walked by and did not smile at me.  5 years ago she would have smiled and given me a look.  No longer.  As I got down to my last bite of my burrito (2 dollar meal with Duritos and drink) I felt upset.  My eating time was over and this made me depressed. 

I got up thinking about ways to prolong it next time.  I got in my car thinking if I should drive or just sit there in my car and stare at the highway.  I knew I would not be betting today or tomorrow, and the drugs don't get me high anymore.  I drove home, thinking maybe HBO (we got it free for 3 months for a screw up on our bill) will have a new movie that I will like when I get home.  They didn't.  I cried. 

I stopped crying and started daydreaming about being psychic and able to predict games.  How the money would come, how I would manage it, how I would have to lose games too so they don't find out I'm psychic.  I would even need beards eventually to put in bets for me.  By that time I would own an island by Johnny Depp and would matter in this life.  Me and Depp would be friends because our islands would be beside each other.  Then I snapped out of the daydream.  I realized I wasn't psychic and considered burning my hand on the oven.  Tomorrow is February.  I can't wait.

Doorstep Girl

Looks like you took time out for yourself and enjoyed it without any rushing to go here and there...nothing wrong with that...especially if a simply thing can make you content for the moment...

[Quote: Originally Posted by ProtoStar] I had a green bar under my name now its gone.  There it is, thats my life in a nutshell.  Had it but now its gone.  Well today was typical I slept until 4pm when I woke up and drove to Taco Bell.  I knew this eating trip would be the highlight of my day so I tried to take my time in Taco Bell. 

I walked in slowly, let somebody else go in front of me in line, took my time looking at the menu when it was my turn to order (even though I already knew what I was going to get), then walked slowly with my food.  I ate and drank slowly.  I looked around the restaurant at all the people laughing and eating quickly, like they had somewhere and something more important to do after eating.  Everyone seemed happy.  A pretty girl walked by and did not smile at me.  5 years ago she would have smiled and given me a look.  No longer.  As I got down to my last bite of my burrito (2 dollar meal with Duritos and drink) I felt upset.  My eating time was over and this made me depressed. 

I got up thinking about ways to prolong it next time.  I got in my car thinking if I should drive or just sit there in my car and stare at the highway.  I knew I would not be betting today or tomorrow, and the drugs don't get me high anymore.  I drove home, thinking maybe HBO (we got it free for 3 months for a screw up on our bill) will have a new movie that I will like when I get home.  They didn't.  I cried. 

I stopped crying and started daydreaming about being psychic and able to predict games.  How the money would come, how I would manage it, how I would have to lose games too so they don't find out I'm psychic.  I would even need beards eventually to put in bets for me.  By that time I would own an island by Johnny Depp and would matter in this life.  Me and Depp would be friends because our islands would be beside each other.  Then I snapped out of the daydream.  I realized I wasn't psychic and considered burning my hand on the oven.  Tomorrow is February.  I can't wait.

Doorstep Girl

you really fucked up now. didnt you hear that taco bell's meat is pure garbage?

Taco Bell!   I may go get some now,,, you got me all fired up!  I love their shit =D

Jesus man you're setting yourself up for a bad day by eating at Taco Bell!  On another note, welcome back.  I expect nothing but complete absurdity from this thread and I know you'll give it to me Proto