You don't KNOW anything.
Yeah.
I do.
You were read by a pro you miserable SOB.
Poor Larry the Black Supremacist. He's so consumed by his hatred.
Sad how he just lashes out.
Symptom of deep depression. Understandable given his, uh...lifestyle.
Let's hope he gets the help he needs
Ham, ok, there's your punishment....now what is the lesson?
"Let's hope he gets the help he needs"? But you said YOU were here to fulfill the needs
of others.
So, before I go on my sabbatical, please tell your lesson for LB and others here!
I want to hear more about Hamilton Samuels kicking ass at a pool hall!!!
He thought of himself as Slick Sammy in the rough and tumble pool halls of the mean streets of Dover, Delaware. But the regulars laughed at him and called him the Dupont Dipstick, but as the town was filled with Dupont dipsticks they settled on calling him Newark Nancy. They pimped his game and took his twenties rack after rack after rack. He learned to take a beating and it was the one thing he became good at. And that remains true to this day.
He needs an ass kicking to get aroused, and he got his ass kicked but good back then, paying the boys, night after night. 8-ball, 9-ball, or straight. If he pocketed a solid on the break, betting stripes was the play. Slick got his ass kicked again and again and again. But one night the real Newark Nancy showed up, as she heard that some Dover dumb-ass was riding her rep. And Nancy had more balls and could pocket more balls than poor Slick Sammy ever dreamed of.
And she did, rack after rack she sank 8s, 9s, and ran the table and she broke Slick Sammy.
And ran him out of town.
In shame and disgrace, he changed his name and left Delaware a broken and deeply disturbed dumb-ass punk.
And to this day its a pattern he repeats, starts a fight, gets his ass kicked, runs away, and changes his handle, and slinks back hoping for one more chance to sink the 8-ball.
But Slick only scratches.
He's filthy, is shit encrusted and has fleas.
So he scratches.
Hope that helps yank.