Ah yes, after blowing my stack (literally and figuratively) over SBullshitR disconnecting me twice during key hands in yesterday's daily trny, I decided to give the a.m. daily a whirl again today, to see what sort of hi-jinks and chicanery SBullshitR would have in store for me today......
In fact, given that the writing is now on the wall, given the bad beat I took this morning to some tard deciding to call knowing he had to be way behind, yet hitting essentially a three outter on the flop, I have decided to take the average SBR poster, as they call us, through a journey over the next week or two (however long this fun and exciting adventure will last -- usually it's 2-3 weeks), and will document daily the royal ass reaming I receive on this site, in a new series entitled "The DOOM SWITCH Chronicles."
Each day you can come along with me as I venture to the felt, knowing i'm going to lose to some lesser ass hand and be knocked out of the daily trny far earlier than I should, and I will give you a close, in depth view of how it happened, when it happened, and the impact on my family, chimp, friends, professional colleagues, etc..... so, without further ado, I give you installment one of The DOOM SWITCH Chronicles:
(NOTE: I was going to call this series "The DOOM SWITCH Monologues," but I received a cease and desist letter from Bobby Wave's legal counsel, threatening legal action if I used that title, as it, in the eyes of wussywaves' lawyer, was too similar in name to Wussy's series on his style of play, known as "The VAGINA Monologue.")
But I regress.... now to day one:
The bubble is getting near, down to about 900 chips as I've been card dead pretty much the entire trny.... get AJ suited in early position, blinds are up to 100-200, so time to shove..... Here, the fact that I haven't been disconnected after receiving the cards should've been a helluva red flag not to play the hand, but you know me, figuring I'll be at least an 80-20 favorite over the typical sbr idiot calling small stacked shoves with ace rag, I had to go ahead and put em in. Folds all the way around to the small blind, where the trny chip leader decides to say, "penetrate the stats, I'll call knowing I'm way behind. Plus, this puussy is always whining about being "doom switched," so I'll probably suck out on him."
So he calls with his 80-20 dog, A8, and upon seeing the cards turn up (and seeing how crushed he is with ace rag), I immediately cringe with fear. What, you ask??? why cringe with fear when you've got a donk posed to double you up, having for all itents and purposes only three outs? Why????? Because it's mother f'n S Bullshit R!!!!! I wish I could've put money on the longshot odds that the next card dealt would be an 8. I knew it was coming, and would've banked..... neverthess, my fear was well substantiated, and the reason for no disconnect became clear..... I lose the hand and am done..... See you tomorrow, "S B R Posters," with another installment of The DOOM SWITCH Chronicles.
In fact, given that the writing is now on the wall, given the bad beat I took this morning to some tard deciding to call knowing he had to be way behind, yet hitting essentially a three outter on the flop, I have decided to take the average SBR poster, as they call us, through a journey over the next week or two (however long this fun and exciting adventure will last -- usually it's 2-3 weeks), and will document daily the royal ass reaming I receive on this site, in a new series entitled "The DOOM SWITCH Chronicles."
Each day you can come along with me as I venture to the felt, knowing i'm going to lose to some lesser ass hand and be knocked out of the daily trny far earlier than I should, and I will give you a close, in depth view of how it happened, when it happened, and the impact on my family, chimp, friends, professional colleagues, etc..... so, without further ado, I give you installment one of The DOOM SWITCH Chronicles:
(NOTE: I was going to call this series "The DOOM SWITCH Monologues," but I received a cease and desist letter from Bobby Wave's legal counsel, threatening legal action if I used that title, as it, in the eyes of wussywaves' lawyer, was too similar in name to Wussy's series on his style of play, known as "The VAGINA Monologue.")
But I regress.... now to day one:
The bubble is getting near, down to about 900 chips as I've been card dead pretty much the entire trny.... get AJ suited in early position, blinds are up to 100-200, so time to shove..... Here, the fact that I haven't been disconnected after receiving the cards should've been a helluva red flag not to play the hand, but you know me, figuring I'll be at least an 80-20 favorite over the typical sbr idiot calling small stacked shoves with ace rag, I had to go ahead and put em in. Folds all the way around to the small blind, where the trny chip leader decides to say, "penetrate the stats, I'll call knowing I'm way behind. Plus, this puussy is always whining about being "doom switched," so I'll probably suck out on him."
So he calls with his 80-20 dog, A8, and upon seeing the cards turn up (and seeing how crushed he is with ace rag), I immediately cringe with fear. What, you ask??? why cringe with fear when you've got a donk posed to double you up, having for all itents and purposes only three outs? Why????? Because it's mother f'n S Bullshit R!!!!! I wish I could've put money on the longshot odds that the next card dealt would be an 8. I knew it was coming, and would've banked..... neverthess, my fear was well substantiated, and the reason for no disconnect became clear..... I lose the hand and am done..... See you tomorrow, "S B R Posters," with another installment of The DOOM SWITCH Chronicles.
So you consider KK & AQ "donk azz hands." When in reality, these hands are better than what you're playing with 96.4% of the time. 
