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Expanding our bet-sizes exponentially during the course of a frantic once-in-a-lifetime roll, a wagering partner and I ran our Pinnacle acccount to about 400k.
We each developed our own ridiculously- unwarranted god- complex and, rather than cashing out and dialing our churn back to a psychologically sustainable level, conjured up some nutty plan to start a "corporation," keep right on killing 'em, and pay ourselves handsome "salaries." (Please, by all means laugh-we were THAT stupid.)
You can probably guess the rest, but if not, here's a hint: do I look like a millionaire to YOU? LOL! Superimpose a stormy relationship on our profound idiocy, and just let your imagination roll. But wherever that takes you, know this: the whole saga was wilder and more colorful.
She was an experience.
Last edited by mountainman; 01-29-2021 at 12:10 AM.
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