There's a single letter in the English alphabet that separates me from Charlie Sheen. I have an A. You have an E, which if the fucked up grading system didn't skip it to an F you would have a major fail.
This really isn't about train wreck Charlie, I'm just using him as my case in point. And PokerFrauds has brought this on themselves - all week you did a pretty good job of being normal, and you had to screw it up by cheating me at a meaningless free money game. The ordinary player would have called it a night, kissed the significant other and moved on. But me and my crack team of trouble seekers (me, the dog and Dog Bounty Hunter) aren't sleeping right, so here we are again.
With intent I decided to not play a single hand and search for the most bogus table available. It took something like 45 seconds. Omaha Hi-Lo big waiting list. A race table.
These tables are presented as ordinary humans logging in to a fun game. In this twisted reality they are admins and AI losing to vacuums. And the losers just can't get enough.
Charlie, I'm a mAth addict. You're mEth addict. My A trumps your E. Unless you can memorize Pi to 115 decimal places like I did. And you really sober up instead of money earned for nothing like bogus AI on PokerStars damage control.
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