When I was young I could bet everything I had in my pockets if I really liked a horse. That worked out well some times, but it also caused my first wife to divorce me. When she stopped ranting long enough for me to get a word in I reminded her how happy she was when I had a big score. She even called her friends. I told her that if she celebrates the hits she can't bitch about the misses. It all worked out for the best though and I can laugh about it now.
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