thx spice. hope u enjoyed the bonus. very underwhelming pics indeed! so there are 3 people here. px and D under the sphinx, and px's nephew rory back at the luxor wearing some funny shoes..stay tuned...
have a big session tonite after work. my lips are sealed. the provider and i agreed no review shall be forthcoming. hopefully after the session i can write chapter 1. but if she chickens out, px is a lock on chap 1.
- pxmcc
- 11-02-2014, 09:01 PM
- Sjc21108
- 11-02-2014, 10:10 PM
thx spice. hope u enjoyed the bonus. very underwhelming pics indeed! so there are 3 people here. px and D under the sphinx, and px's nephew rory back at the luxor wearing some funny shoes..stay tuned...You're posting meaningless pictures of your nephew on a hooker board? And telling us his name. 😧 And you took him on strip to Vegas with a pro???? Please tell us he's at least 18.
have a big session tonite after work. my lips are sealed. the provider and i agreed no review shall be forthcoming. hopefully after the session i can write chapter 1. but if she chickens out, px is a lock on chap 1. Originally Posted by pxmcc
- pxmcc
- 11-02-2014, 10:16 PM
You're posting meaningless pictures of your nephew on a hooker board? And telling us his name. �� And you took him on strip to Vegas with a pro???? Please tell us he's at least 18. Originally Posted by Sjc21108dude u cant get into a casino unless ur 21. he's one of the best dice players i've ever met, and i've seen more than my fair share. he's 23. chill out.
if u dont like the thread, why are you on it?
ya he's the only Rory in the country. big disclosure there.
bro take a Valium. it'll do u good.
i like ur maxim though. exactly my sentiments. better to burn out than fade away.
- Trey
- 11-02-2014, 10:28 PM
We'll the pics show a story that must make Hangover look like a god damn tea party! I bet spice has whacked it five times already to the booty pic he got WOW! I was wrong before I'm soooo sorryPX! I never woulda thought about going to vegas and banging a hooker! You're a player man, a real player. So tell us when will chapter one be hittin eccie? I know that shits got to be a trilogy man so get the first part wrote so I can at least dream what the next part will be. This shits gonna be epic!
- kerwil62
- 11-02-2014, 10:34 PM
We'll the pics show a story that must make Hangover look like a god damn tea party! I bet spice has whacked it five times already to the booty pic he got WOW! I was wrong before I'm soooo sorryPX! I never woulda thought about going to vegas and banging a hooker! You're a player man, a real player. So tell us when will chapter one be hittin eccie? I know that shits got to be a trilogy man so get the first part wrote so I can at least dream what the next part will be. This shits gonna be epic! Originally Posted by TreyLMAO!!!!!
What's the purpose of this thread???
- pxmcc
- 11-02-2014, 10:35 PM
We'll the pics show a story that must make Hangover look like a god damn tea party! I bet spice has whacked it five times already to the booty pic he got WOW! I was wrong before I'm soooo sorryPX! I never woulda thought about going to vegas and banging a hooker! You're a player man, a real player. So tell us when will chapter one be hittin eccie? I know that shits got to be a trilogy man so get the first part wrote so I can at least dream what the next part will be. This shits gonna be epic! Originally Posted by Treyi know u cant wait trey. lol. the chick was just eye candy. she wasnt really part of the story. this shit's about dice, so if that aint ur thing, quit reading now. jus sayin.
- Sjc21108
- 11-02-2014, 10:36 PM
I'm out cause my guess is at least one chapter will involve sword fighting with his nephew.
- pxmcc
- 11-02-2014, 10:48 PM
- Hot to Trot Daphne
- 11-03-2014, 12:25 AM
- Guest061814
- 11-03-2014, 12:34 AM
- Guest072624
- 11-03-2014, 12:35 AM
- pxmcc
- 11-03-2014, 12:47 AM
The black chick was the only thing making anyone even give you a chance. We don't want to hear about you and your gay ass nephew. IJS!!! Originally Posted by Luxury Daphnearent there enough stories on eccie about fucking every which way but up? you really want to hear another story about fucking? well lemme jus say D likes greek a whole bunch, and i really like greek with D a whole bunch. somebody had to teach her what to do with that almighty ass, and i figured, why not me? and so i did. and when i saw what i had done, i said it was good. and the land is bounteous and God is great for crafting a thing of such beauty. allah akbar. whoops. thats gonna really piss someone off. know what? kiss my lilly white catholic ass.
is that enough about fucking, or do i need to keep blabbing on about it?
Spoiler alert: this thread is about dice. craps. throwing the bones. 7ing out, line away, take the line, pay the donts. all that craps. lol. if that does not interest you, ur in the wrong place.
- pxmcc
- 11-03-2014, 12:49 AM
- Sjc21108
- 11-03-2014, 02:15 AM
Spoiler alert: this thread is about dice. craps. throwing the bones. 7ing out, line away, take the line, pay the donts. all that craps. lol. if that does not interest you, ur in the wrong place. Originally Posted by pxmccNo. You are in the wrong place. A 3 chapter thread about you throwing dice in Vegas. Who gives a shit and this should be in Sandbox and even there I doubt anyone gives a shit.
- pxmcc
- 11-03-2014, 02:30 AM
Chapter 1
How the hell does someone decide that it's a good idea to wager a bunch of hard earned money on a dice table? Good question, without a really good answer. well my old man is convinced he has a "system" to beat vegas. and i'm real close to perfecting my perpetual motion machine. then he asks me to do the math to prove his system is a winner winner chicken dinner. umm, there's this thing called expectation value, and if it aint positive, well let's just say, that aint positive. and no matter how frickin brilliant you are, you aren't going to "beat the system." but he's a frickin stubborn dumbass like all the mcc's, and i could not get that simple concept into his thick skull. so, as the saying goes, if u can't beat 'em, join em. sure, there must be a way to beat vegas. plus my super stud little bro tells me i gotta check this game out. so i head to lake charles (vegas to houstonians) with about 700 in fun money to make my fortune. lol. and i call my studly little bro, his name is joseph but we both pronounce it yoey, and say yoey i got my 700$ rent check here in the casino (kidding-it was my mortgage payment-KIDDING!), how the heck can i get rich quick? and he explains optimal betting, a pass bet and 2 comes with full odds. and then he said something strange. "watch the shooters." and i said, "when i watch the shooters, what am i watching for?" and he said, "watch for shooters who are confident and who hit points. 2, 3, 4 points. get a fix on each shooter on the table. good shooter. bad shooter. random shooters. crazy 7 shooter." my curiosity piqued: "whats a crazy 7 shooter look like?" "bombs away. incoming! everyone down! mortars!" shit! that sounds fun! "find ur shooters. ride the gravy train of ur best shooters. avoid the choppy shooters. ride the donts on ur bad shooters and crazy 7 shooters." alright. so all i have to do is watch my shooters and i'm gonna get rich. i asked him if good shooters have a certain look. he said ya, "you know what they do in the ghetto for fun from age 3? they play dice. lots of dice." alright. i have my strategy. i just have to find someone who looks like he's been shooting dice since he was in diapers. can't exactly ask someone if he was wearing Pampers when he was first throwing the bones. alright let's see what happens.
so i take my paltry 700 down to the tables with my gf of the month who's at least half my age, good thing too. laws in louisiana are a little different. its strictly napoleanic code there, which means that the law is whatever the hell the cops deem it to be.
find a spot on the table and get busy watching the shooters. little old lady kind of picks em n heaves em. 7 out line away. Nope. Nervous guy who has his car note on the table. Nope. guy who does his best Nolan Ryan impersonation. he's that crazy 7 shooter yoey was telling me about. Nope. dice comes to me. i dont know how to shoot. i dont want them. i pass em to Victoria. "Come on sweety. show em how its done." make about 15$ on her. dice keep moving. eventually they arrive in the hands of mr. cool. rubs his hands on the felt. sets the dice. throws. backspin, the dice kind of graze the back wall and fall dead. hard 6. (now the shooter wants a 6 b4 a 7. called making a point.) 2 rolls later. 33. shooter makes a 6 the hard way. (hard way is same #s on top.) 1st point. come out roll, hits 2 7s and a yo. (come out rolls, 7 and 11 are winners.) people start clapping and yellin. rolls an 8. new point. 3 rolls later, hard 8 (44). 2nd point. people start cheering. (craps tables are easiest to find-loudest place in the casino.) im looking at this cool brother. not even breaking a sweat. just rhythm and beauty. i look over at him. but instead of a cool cat on the tables, i see this fucking infant in his fucking Pampers, saying, "No mommy, i don't wanna take a nap! can't you see i'm shooting dice?" im like, holy fuck, this is the guy yoey was talking about. that's him! i tell the dealer i wanna put all my money down behind the line. (that's called am odds bet.) how much do i need to put down on my line bet. he looks at my chips. "u got 700 there. if u put 33 down for your line bet, u can take max odds of 660 after he hits his point. ur gonna basically be all in." i follow his instructions. 33$ on the line bet. shooter rolls a hard 8 (44). i look at my gf. Sweetie? she's like, it's ur damn money. dont ask me. well i'm a crazy fuck anyway, so i put 660 behind the line, hoping beyond hope he rolls a frickin 8 before a 7. in my mind, i'm thinking, win, lose, or draw, fuck it, im done after this roll. about to have a frickin heart attack. shooter rolls a 4, a 9, a 6. where the hell is my damn 8? getting a little nervous. i shout out, "44 shooter!" sonofabitch. the mo fo rolled a frickin 8. 62. i pick my girlfriend up off the floor and we kiss midflight. the dealer starts counting out the chips. 33$ for your line bet. odds bet $660 pays $792. i push all my chips in. color up. (coloring up is where you trade your small chips for larger to cash out.) hit the cage with about 1500; about 800 profit. we go hit the steakhouse. yoey told me about comps; pit boss gave us 2 passes for the steakhouse. free shit is always good.
How the hell does someone decide that it's a good idea to wager a bunch of hard earned money on a dice table? Good question, without a really good answer. well my old man is convinced he has a "system" to beat vegas. and i'm real close to perfecting my perpetual motion machine. then he asks me to do the math to prove his system is a winner winner chicken dinner. umm, there's this thing called expectation value, and if it aint positive, well let's just say, that aint positive. and no matter how frickin brilliant you are, you aren't going to "beat the system." but he's a frickin stubborn dumbass like all the mcc's, and i could not get that simple concept into his thick skull. so, as the saying goes, if u can't beat 'em, join em. sure, there must be a way to beat vegas. plus my super stud little bro tells me i gotta check this game out. so i head to lake charles (vegas to houstonians) with about 700 in fun money to make my fortune. lol. and i call my studly little bro, his name is joseph but we both pronounce it yoey, and say yoey i got my 700$ rent check here in the casino (kidding-it was my mortgage payment-KIDDING!), how the heck can i get rich quick? and he explains optimal betting, a pass bet and 2 comes with full odds. and then he said something strange. "watch the shooters." and i said, "when i watch the shooters, what am i watching for?" and he said, "watch for shooters who are confident and who hit points. 2, 3, 4 points. get a fix on each shooter on the table. good shooter. bad shooter. random shooters. crazy 7 shooter." my curiosity piqued: "whats a crazy 7 shooter look like?" "bombs away. incoming! everyone down! mortars!" shit! that sounds fun! "find ur shooters. ride the gravy train of ur best shooters. avoid the choppy shooters. ride the donts on ur bad shooters and crazy 7 shooters." alright. so all i have to do is watch my shooters and i'm gonna get rich. i asked him if good shooters have a certain look. he said ya, "you know what they do in the ghetto for fun from age 3? they play dice. lots of dice." alright. i have my strategy. i just have to find someone who looks like he's been shooting dice since he was in diapers. can't exactly ask someone if he was wearing Pampers when he was first throwing the bones. alright let's see what happens.
so i take my paltry 700 down to the tables with my gf of the month who's at least half my age, good thing too. laws in louisiana are a little different. its strictly napoleanic code there, which means that the law is whatever the hell the cops deem it to be.
find a spot on the table and get busy watching the shooters. little old lady kind of picks em n heaves em. 7 out line away. Nope. Nervous guy who has his car note on the table. Nope. guy who does his best Nolan Ryan impersonation. he's that crazy 7 shooter yoey was telling me about. Nope. dice comes to me. i dont know how to shoot. i dont want them. i pass em to Victoria. "Come on sweety. show em how its done." make about 15$ on her. dice keep moving. eventually they arrive in the hands of mr. cool. rubs his hands on the felt. sets the dice. throws. backspin, the dice kind of graze the back wall and fall dead. hard 6. (now the shooter wants a 6 b4 a 7. called making a point.) 2 rolls later. 33. shooter makes a 6 the hard way. (hard way is same #s on top.) 1st point. come out roll, hits 2 7s and a yo. (come out rolls, 7 and 11 are winners.) people start clapping and yellin. rolls an 8. new point. 3 rolls later, hard 8 (44). 2nd point. people start cheering. (craps tables are easiest to find-loudest place in the casino.) im looking at this cool brother. not even breaking a sweat. just rhythm and beauty. i look over at him. but instead of a cool cat on the tables, i see this fucking infant in his fucking Pampers, saying, "No mommy, i don't wanna take a nap! can't you see i'm shooting dice?" im like, holy fuck, this is the guy yoey was talking about. that's him! i tell the dealer i wanna put all my money down behind the line. (that's called am odds bet.) how much do i need to put down on my line bet. he looks at my chips. "u got 700 there. if u put 33 down for your line bet, u can take max odds of 660 after he hits his point. ur gonna basically be all in." i follow his instructions. 33$ on the line bet. shooter rolls a hard 8 (44). i look at my gf. Sweetie? she's like, it's ur damn money. dont ask me. well i'm a crazy fuck anyway, so i put 660 behind the line, hoping beyond hope he rolls a frickin 8 before a 7. in my mind, i'm thinking, win, lose, or draw, fuck it, im done after this roll. about to have a frickin heart attack. shooter rolls a 4, a 9, a 6. where the hell is my damn 8? getting a little nervous. i shout out, "44 shooter!" sonofabitch. the mo fo rolled a frickin 8. 62. i pick my girlfriend up off the floor and we kiss midflight. the dealer starts counting out the chips. 33$ for your line bet. odds bet $660 pays $792. i push all my chips in. color up. (coloring up is where you trade your small chips for larger to cash out.) hit the cage with about 1500; about 800 profit. we go hit the steakhouse. yoey told me about comps; pit boss gave us 2 passes for the steakhouse. free shit is always good.