--- In vpFREE@yahoogroups.com, "tomflush" <tomflush@...> wrote:
>
> What I dont understand is the danger with pulling into Bullwinkle Montana,
> to a club in the middle of nowhere. Since your a stranger, they watch you
> like a hawk. They see you shoving in hundreds of dollars into a machine...so
> you got serious money. The thought is you might be a pro player trying to
> bring them down. They send a decoy over to play next to you to find out your
> real gig. As long as your losing, your in no grave danger. You've had a few
> too many drinks and tell the chick you plan to beat the machine, its a 14%
> advantage play and thats what you do for a living. Jackpot hits, and Mickey
> wakes up dead the next day in the middle of a Forrest 50 miles away. Did
> those thoughts every worry you ?
>
> best...Tom
>
If the sun don't shine tomorrow, people I've had a good time.
Hank Williams, JR.
Don't try to scare me, dude. You're barkin' up the wrong tree. The only thing that scares me is runnin' out of whiskey. I specially aint' afraid of a bunch of Montanans that don't understand gambling. None of them do. This ain't Nevada. If I beat a machine out of a bunch of money in one of these hillbilly towns, it's not my fault, according to them, there's something wrong with the machine. They simply don't have no concept.
Don'y try to scare me. You won't get anywhere. I'll just laugh at your ass. Hey, kid. Do you play nine-ball?
