Bruno712
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- Joined
- Mar 15, 2004
- Location
- Boston, MA
I posted a thread a few days ago about winning my first Jackpot; a $20,000 Royal at The Sands of the Caribbean. In the words of Paul Harvey, "Now...the rest of the story."
Before actually deciding to "...put MY money in some foreigner's account in order to be given the opportunity to give them more", I did my best to follow the 5 (or 6) Ps, Proper Preparation Prevents Pisspoor Performance. I did my homework, or tried to. After gathering as much data as I could, reading endless horror stories and coming to the conclusion that this thing, gambling online, is a no win, no how, no way proposition, I came to the following conclusions. When gambling online, one is actually taking a double risk. The first is inherent in the act itself, specualating on the outcome of a game of chance that, odds are, I couldn't win and that, if by some act of a Higher Power I should win, I would never get paid by these theiving, coniving so-called businessmen who run these money gobblers. Well, I am here to tell you that in spite of myself, I was wrong on at least one of my conclusions. I got paid!
Ten seconds after seeing the Heart Royal flush appear on my 19" CRT monitor, I had my cell phone in one hand dialing customer service, I had my kid calling Ecash and I was clicking madly on the "Online instant help" icon. I wanted instant verification that what I saw was what I saw. "I don't see your hand, sir, but your balance shows $21,000" was all I needed to hear. I had overcome the first demon, I WON! Now, on to the business of collecting my booty from these pirates (no offense, Pirate). I will be the first to admit that for the next three days I acted like the my wife, er, I mean a child. I wanted what I wanted and I wanted it now, damn it! When I was told it could take as long as two weeks for me to realize my profit in actual green, well, I did what every ex-jock, beer swillin', macho guy would do...I whined like a wounded dog. The F bombs flew wildly and I whined, and I whined, waw waw. "I knew it!" I told everyone that would listen including my 8 month old chocolate lab. "They are going to figure out a way to f*** me out of my hard earned just desrves." For two days I pouted, I emailed, I called, I pouted some more and then I pouted. Yesterday, I finally accepted the fact that it was not meant to be. I convinced myself that Nick Melrose and company needed the money more than my daughters needed an education, my house needed an additon or my dog needed a Coach collar. A lesson had been learned. My life as an online gambler had lasted a very exciting 4 days. Now, back to reality...
I decided to remove all remnance of my former life, so I went to my Neteller account to withdraw the few sheckels I had left in it. I checked my balance to get the correct amount to withdraw and what do I see??? Saints be praised! Alleluia! Merry F'n Christmas! I was a Twentythousandaire!!!!!! They paid me, They really paid me! Order the coach collar!
Now that I can muster some semblance of decorum, let me first apologize to any and all members of The Sands of The Caribbean and Ecash for ever doubting you, for calling you all those names under my breath and for losing faith in my fellow man (and woman) in general. You are the balls. Thanks muchly!
And thank you too, Bryan, for putting up with me.
Now, lets see if I can get it back to them before they even know its missing...
Bruno 712
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Before actually deciding to "...put MY money in some foreigner's account in order to be given the opportunity to give them more", I did my best to follow the 5 (or 6) Ps, Proper Preparation Prevents Pisspoor Performance. I did my homework, or tried to. After gathering as much data as I could, reading endless horror stories and coming to the conclusion that this thing, gambling online, is a no win, no how, no way proposition, I came to the following conclusions. When gambling online, one is actually taking a double risk. The first is inherent in the act itself, specualating on the outcome of a game of chance that, odds are, I couldn't win and that, if by some act of a Higher Power I should win, I would never get paid by these theiving, coniving so-called businessmen who run these money gobblers. Well, I am here to tell you that in spite of myself, I was wrong on at least one of my conclusions. I got paid!
Ten seconds after seeing the Heart Royal flush appear on my 19" CRT monitor, I had my cell phone in one hand dialing customer service, I had my kid calling Ecash and I was clicking madly on the "Online instant help" icon. I wanted instant verification that what I saw was what I saw. "I don't see your hand, sir, but your balance shows $21,000" was all I needed to hear. I had overcome the first demon, I WON! Now, on to the business of collecting my booty from these pirates (no offense, Pirate). I will be the first to admit that for the next three days I acted like the my wife, er, I mean a child. I wanted what I wanted and I wanted it now, damn it! When I was told it could take as long as two weeks for me to realize my profit in actual green, well, I did what every ex-jock, beer swillin', macho guy would do...I whined like a wounded dog. The F bombs flew wildly and I whined, and I whined, waw waw. "I knew it!" I told everyone that would listen including my 8 month old chocolate lab. "They are going to figure out a way to f*** me out of my hard earned just desrves." For two days I pouted, I emailed, I called, I pouted some more and then I pouted. Yesterday, I finally accepted the fact that it was not meant to be. I convinced myself that Nick Melrose and company needed the money more than my daughters needed an education, my house needed an additon or my dog needed a Coach collar. A lesson had been learned. My life as an online gambler had lasted a very exciting 4 days. Now, back to reality...
I decided to remove all remnance of my former life, so I went to my Neteller account to withdraw the few sheckels I had left in it. I checked my balance to get the correct amount to withdraw and what do I see??? Saints be praised! Alleluia! Merry F'n Christmas! I was a Twentythousandaire!!!!!! They paid me, They really paid me! Order the coach collar!
Now that I can muster some semblance of decorum, let me first apologize to any and all members of The Sands of The Caribbean and Ecash for ever doubting you, for calling you all those names under my breath and for losing faith in my fellow man (and woman) in general. You are the balls. Thanks muchly!
And thank you too, Bryan, for putting up with me.
Now, lets see if I can get it back to them before they even know its missing...
Bruno 712
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