40k down now, you're losing your shirt.
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Pills and online poker
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Where do you see 40K??????????????????
Get up next day and see what I did wrong you mother fukker
Never give up Dick Boy
Maybe you cry in AM when you see no fukkin chin
Hey do me a fukkin favor Deuce..............go eat 15 Hot Dogs you fat fukComment -
2136-2287-70
-$38,149.48
Answer my question you cue ball headed fukk!!!
I know what you do, you do a lot of this when you look at your fukkin account in the morning!!!!
BURIED AGAIN SETHY!!!!!!Comment -
jj bets to lose, he does not careComment -
i just got buried in some texas hold em ......im on major FUKN FULL TILT right now
only way to ease the pain is pussy and grey goose ....
goin to get ready to watch the blackhawks gm at a strip club with whores and vodkaComment -
It eases the pain deuce of my social issues. I gamble to block out issues (sexual,mental)
action numbs issues
deuce i know you have chin issues(see my avatar) and have prick issues.Comment -
Is that guy a stiff at creditwagering? HAHAHAHA love itOriginally posted by jjgoldComment -
How does one who is down $38,000 gambling continue to get access to money? Trust fund? Embezzlement? Or all a lie to begin with?Comment -
JJ, the young robust man in your avatar appears quite content. Is he a relative or family member? He looks like he could lift heavy things and do it with relative ease. I also note he has a creative side as he has purposely lightened his goatee in order to distinguish himself from the masses. I'll bet he does quite well with the fairer sex as his facial hair is finely manicured and he has a winning smile to boot. I would enjoy the pleasure of meeting him someday. I would wager he could expound upon a variety of subjects and give me grooming Tips as well.Comment -
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I thought JJ works part time as a gigolo.
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JJ, this college football season, if you can wager $500 a game and follow the plays I give you each week and DO NOT vary outside those plays then we will cut that spreadsheet figure by more than half.Comment -
That is Deuce in my avatarOriginally posted by Swinging JohnsonComment -
rapes his pillow Carol or has sex with his auntOriginally posted by DeuceComment -
JJ is sharp and his real bets do not reflect his spreadsheet, in fact maybe the exact opposite of his spreadsheet. he knows that the NBA is scripted and knows how to read it. he also knows when the public is moving a line and when to pounce on the opposite. he probably also has many connections to solid cappers in the sports he doesnt understand like NHL and world soccer. a group of dudes that work together off the seeable internet........this group of course seperate from the twinks he pays for
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You guys are fukkin funny
Delgado what the heck??
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Originally posted by joe blowPills and online poker
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Originally Posted by jjgold
Hey WTF I am still teaching you
Have you ever heard of a tubular air compression orgasm??? No you haven't you fuk.
Try it, go get a tube used for swimming pools take your clothes off sit on the fukkin tube but before you do pull air pin out of tube and put the valve in your ass and air will shoot up it and I guaranetee will give you tow orgasms without any rubbing, you do not even have to touch it, it feels unfukkin real, remember though go to an auto parts store and request the lubricant,rubber that repairs tire holes and put in your ass before you do this because if not the tube pin can get stuck in your ass. One of my old Bi friends forget to use the tire lube and actually had to sit down with tube stuck to his fukkin ass for 2 hrs, what a fukkin nit wit !!!! They his friends had to run to a beauty supply tore and get fukkin acetone to release the valve and tube from his ass, he screamed like a other fukker and I swear could be heard for at least 300 yards way.Comment -
Originally posted by mrmarketOriginally Posted by jjgold
Hey WTF I am still teaching you
Have you ever heard of a tubular air compression orgasm??? No you haven't you fuk.
Try it, go get a tube used for swimming pools take your clothes off sit on the fukkin tube but before you do pull air pin out of tube and put the valve in your ass and air will shoot up it and I guaranetee will give you tow orgasms without any rubbing, you do not even have to touch it, it feels unfukkin real, remember though go to an auto parts store and request the lubricant,rubber that repairs tire holes and put in your ass before you do this because if not the tube pin can get stuck in your ass. One of my old Bi friends forget to use the tire lube and actually had to sit down with tube stuck to his fukkin ass for 2 hrs, what a fukkin nit wit !!!! They his friends had to run to a beauty supply tore and get fukkin acetone to release the valve and tube from his ass, he screamed like a other fukker and I swear could be heard for at least 300 yards way.
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Originally Posted by jjgold
I fake bet systems only to test
What happens with fake betting is it leads to real gambling, it is the same thing and just as bad
It is the same thing as pretending to do Coke with Baby Powder as you will go to the real thing eventually
Same thing with guys, if you fantasize about blowing a guy you will
Same thing with women, I use to use a elastic band type device on my door and stick my bare ass out and pretend a woman would spank me and I eventually got into the Domination/Submissive scene and still have scars on my ass from Doms that whipped me.Comment -
Originally Posted by jjgold
boys I am an expereinced archerer and I have carried a bow and arrow on the street for several years. I am a sharpshooter with this thing and use it to protect both myself and my bankroll. I now want to take my game to another level and get off the streets of newark and into the jungles of the africa. My ententions is to kill a rino one because they are the toughest and baddest like me and also their horn is supposed to be good for pekker problems thats right boys I have problems getting my junk going but I make up for it with my skillfull tung. If I killed a rino with my arrow then the women would be impressed and I could use the ground up horn to get my blood flowing again. I have thought about getting a surgary on it but now the money would be better spent going to africa. Boys I am a sharp gambler and I clear about 10 dimes a week so money is no problem. Where is the best place to kill a rino with an arrow in africa? Is anybody going soon and can I tag along? I make really good pimento cheese sanwiches and I would be happy to bring some for everybody.
ps I also wear a piece on my head and I am afraid that the glue might melt in the hot african sun. I never go without my piece because I like to look sharp at all times but if it is going to be a problem I could leave it at home for a few days and just put on a pit helmet or whatever you wear.Comment -
Originally posted by mrmarketOriginally Posted by jjgold
I fake bet systems only to test
What happens with fake betting is it leads to real gambling, it is the same thing and just as bad
It is the same thing as pretending to do Coke with Baby Powder as you will go to the real thing eventually
Same thing with guys, if you fantasize about blowing a guy you will
Same thing with women, I use to use a elastic band type device on my door and stick my bare ass out and pretend a woman would spank me and I eventually got into the Domination/Submissive scene and still have scars on my ass from Doms that whipped me.
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Originally Posted by jjgold
This would be about 9 years ago -- I'd just gotten a job in a new city, and so didn't really know anyone yet outside of work. I had a small bachelor apartment, which was almost completely unfurnished. At the time, I think I slept in a sleeping bag. I had a couch, a chair, a TV and TV stand, a lamp -- not much else. Sort of the bare essentials. No curtains either, by the way. That's important, so hold onto that.
As it turned out, the apartment complex I chose was in the middle of the gay district. Since I was new to the city, I hadn't known this. I'd been walking around town on my lunch hours at work, trying to find a place to live (I crashed at a friend's place my first few weeks until I found one). I eventually found a great-looking bachelor apartment, which was inexplicably $100 cheaper than any of the bachelors in the surrounding area. Hardwood floors, a deck, track lighting -- I couldn't believe my luck, and signed the lease right there on my lunch hour. It wasn't until my father brought the truck into town and helped me move in a week later, and we showed up to find two leather bull-queers necking in the lobby, that I realized what was going on. My father, I remember, gave me a long look -- waiting, I think, for me to officially come out of the closet right there in the truck. Much explaining ensued that I wasn't gay -- just an idiot who doesn't research apartments well.
As luck would have it, within a month of my moving in the landlord announced a total overhaul of all the decks by a construction crew. Suddenly the outside of my building looked like a war-zone, with lumber and cement mixers and dolleys running up the sides of the buildings. All the decks were ripped off the building, the doors were sealed up from the outside, and crews got busy laying the steel frame foundations for all the new decks. This took place over the course of months -- it's a thirty-storey building, with about eight apartments per floor, and a deck per apartment. So a little math tells you this wasn't finished in a day. As weeks turned to months, I stopped noticing them entirely.
One morning, I woke up hard, and I woke up early. Usually I trot off to the shower, have a little breakfast, get my shirt and tie pressed, and I'm off to work. This time I had a little time to kill, and so popped on the TV, found some hotty, got comfortable on the couch, and... well, started having some fun, if you catch me.
So I'm stroking away, and because I was already pretty revved up to begin with, it wasn't taking long. Tissues were at the ready. I revved up the pace a little, and...
...I orgasmed. Shot my load.
Just as four construction workers on a machine-lifted scaffolding appeared in my window to install my deck.
Sadly, I noticed this just before the load-shooting. As anyone who's shot a load or two will know, this isn't actually something you can stop. So, just as they appeared, and caught my eye, I... ejaculated in front of them.
Having done the deed, I was at a bit of a loss as to what to do next. So I very casually removed the tissues, gave a slight nod in their direction, as if to confirm their presence and pretend it was business as usual -- that gay construction workers watch me spank off every day from the window and this just happened to be their turn -- and casually waltzed into the bathroom.
You'd think this would be the end of the story. And well it should be, since it's already extremely, extremely embarrassing. And yet it's not the end of the story. Because since I'd rushed into the bathroom in a shamed state, I hadn't actually taken anything in with me. Like, say, clothes. I just had the underwear I was wearing. My only hope was to go about my morning bathroom routine very slowly, hoping they might move on before I finished so I could leave my bathroom and get a change of clothes.
I brushed my teeth. Hammering noises from outside. I showered. Drilling noises. I shaved. Silence. Ah!
I walked out in my underwear. The four of them were sitting around having coffee out of a thermos. Still there, of course. Still watching.
At this precise point I realized I'd simply have to get over this, and so went about the business of getting dressed in front of the construction workers. Pants, shirt, tie, socks. After I'd finished lacing up my shoes, I grabbed my briefcase and, turning to the window, gave a small bow.
They clapped.
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Originally Posted by jjgold
We do shit like that all of the time for giggles. Head slaps, Pecker Grabs, Pully fingers, tooth pasting when someone falls asleep. Don't wear sweat pants around us either, because we will pull them down in a heart beat and hit the ground laughing for five minutes.Comment -
I have a great idea...
By jjgold (Thu May 06, 2004 at 05:25:17 PM EST) (all tags)
Boys , this is my first post here , and Im sure glad I found this forum because I can tell their are some real sharp cookies in here and I want to learn all I can from you fine people.
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I currently own 3 Junkyards in Trenton and 2 in Newark and also am Looking to purshase 3 more but I can't right now because the damn Pirates cost me 5 dimes last night , but I will win that money back soon maybe even tonight if Florida can come back. Anyways Boys , I own these junkyards , and really all thats in them right now is a bunch of junk,old cars and stuff but my idea is too turn these junkyards into amusement parks.
I would make old cars into rides and dig tunnels and sell lemonade and maybe even have places where you can pet horses and pigs and even Zebras because I am also a big time Hunter and travel to Africa all the time and have connections all over the world. I am a big time gambler, who has been down on his luck but soon I will be on top again.
Boys , I'll be honest with you , this is my first post and I don't want to get off on the wrong foot from the beginning so like my granny says honesty is the best. I'm 5'4 , 287 lbs , I wear a hairpeice and I have 2.5 inch pecker and haven't been laid in 11 years , but when I used to be in top form I would get chunky latin chicks all the time and they would call me a Stud and Big Papa and other kinky stuff, but I think if this idea goes over well ,I will be able to impress some hot chicks who like to come to amusement parks , they will know I am the owner and the one who thought of the whole Idea and they will be impressed and I will give them free tickets to all the rides and then maybe even make out in the tunnel of love which is a real underground tunnel that I dug in the yard myself.
I will have Bow and arrow contests and maybe even make my own sandwitches which are world famous. But I need to know what type of permits I need to get , my highschool friends couldn't these question for me and my crew are all gamblers , they only know about betting and mostly just losing.
I have some references from some heavy made people in New Jersey and Massachusest and even New York Too...
Odessa - JJ is a pure a genius
leviramsey - JJ is a renessance man
Freddy - He's Bald , but he's Smart
Bucky- I am Jealous everytime he scratches his brow
ABB- JJ is above Brilliant
Russy - Any fool would be a Fool not to listen to JJ over a cup of coffee.
Boys , these are known playas in the NorthEast and in parts of Canada , they all vouch for me , if anyone can get me the permits under the table , I will make sure you are taking care of at the park for life, free passes , tickets to the rides and free food for everyone
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Originally posted by mrmarket
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There is def. no shame in your game JJ. You have been one sick human for quite some time.Comment -
JJgold is an Avant-garde internet artistComment -
Six years of this and no sign of slowing down. Oh my.Comment -
Shari, you are one lucky girl since he's chosen you as his muse. It will be like Picasso and Marie-Thérèse except with more spindling.Comment -
I'm just worried that Fishhead is Dora MaarOriginally posted by mrmarket
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