REMEMBER THIS ???
November 20th, 2012 at 5:52:10 PM
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I have a friend who wins consistantly playing roulette in Vegas. He doesn't play a mechanical system. He has a strategy that he adjusts according to the situation. This strategy is a complicated, complex mixture of probability, statistics and experience that has all morphed into a laser like intuition on the outside bets. He can't really explain what he does, he says it all comes out sounding like 'Gamblers Fallacy'. He doesn't win every bet, but he never loses a session. Ever. When I'm in Vegas, he lets me piggyback his bets sometimes and I always come away a winner. Why do they say roulette can't be beaten, when my friend and others, I'm sure, are beating it every day.
Shed not for her
the bitter tear
Nor give the heart
to vain regret
Tis but the casket
that lies here,
The gem that filled it
Sparkles yet
November 20th, 2012 at 6:17:35 PM
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I still miss JerryLogan
When a rock is thrown into a pack of dogs, the one that yells the loudest is the one who got hit.
November 20th, 2012 at 6:25:38 PM
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Life is awful boring sometimes ! SIGH
Shed not for her
the bitter tear
Nor give the heart
to vain regret
Tis but the casket
that lies here,
The gem that filled it
Sparkles yet
November 20th, 2012 at 8:33:16 PM
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Quote: BuzzardI have a friend who wins consistantly playing roulette in Vegas. [snip] ... he lets me piggyback his bets sometimes and I always come away a winner.
When is the next time both of you will be playing roulette?
November 21st, 2012 at 12:14:44 AM
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Quote: tuppWhen is the next time both of you will be playing roulette?
Buzzard got me on this one too. He was cloning Evenbob
the next time Dame Fortune toys with your heart, your soul and your wallet, raise your glass and praise her thus: “Thanks for nothing, you cold-hearted, evil, damnable, nefarious, low-life, malicious monster from Hell!” She is, after all, stone deaf. ... Arnold Snyder
November 21st, 2012 at 12:21:23 AM
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Quote: odiousgambit. He was cloning Evenbob
Now I'm gonna have nightmares.
Sanitized for Your Protection
November 21st, 2012 at 1:51:36 AM
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I just read EvenBob`s thread. - My idea is that his fried was either imaginary, or an ace at visual ballistics and benefited of late bets ?
November 21st, 2012 at 11:55:20 AM
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Quote: odiousgambitBuzzard got me on this one too. He was cloning Evenbob
My nomination for scariest post of the year !
Shed not for her
the bitter tear
Nor give the heart
to vain regret
Tis but the casket
that lies here,
The gem that filled it
Sparkles yet
November 21st, 2012 at 11:57:51 AM
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I have a feeling that EvenBob's "friend" was himself.
"Dice, verily, are armed with goads and driving-hooks, deceiving and tormenting, causing grievous woe." -Rig Veda 10.34.4
November 21st, 2012 at 12:06:38 PM
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Good times. EvenBob wasn't doing his signature "carriage return" post style yet.
Also, it seems likely he was talking about mrjjj in his post - I know Bob claimed to have seen him play in person, and his "system" sounds a lot like what mrjjj would advocate. His first post was just a few months later.
Also, it seems likely he was talking about mrjjj in his post - I know Bob claimed to have seen him play in person, and his "system" sounds a lot like what mrjjj would advocate. His first post was just a few months later.
"So drink gamble eat f***, because one day you will be dust." -ontariodealer
November 21st, 2012 at 1:29:47 PM
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Ken (mrjjj) is alive and well and easy to find on at least one forum. Although I have no interest in roulette I did read all his posts.
Many people, especially ignorant people, want to punish you for speaking the truth. - Mahatma Ghandi
November 21st, 2012 at 1:41:50 PM
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My guess is Bob was talking about his own system of playing roulette.
"Then you can admire the real gambler, who has neither eaten, slept, thought nor lived, he has so smarted under the scourge of his martingale, so suffered on the rack of his desire for a coup at trente-et-quarante" - Honore de Balzac, 1829
