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#193
07-20-2007, 03:27 PM
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Re: Beat: My roommates are up $2.6M in 6 weeks and I work a 9-5
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J-mac can you get horribly disfigured in a grease fire, move out, and let me take your place? [/ QUOTE ] i don't think krantz and whitelime know that much about 20 bb stacks 
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#194
07-20-2007, 03:34 PM
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Re: Beat: My roommates are up $2.6M in 6 weeks and I work a 9-5
Does anybody remember when Krantz had a HUHU freezeout at 5/10 with somebody? The fact that he went through with it and was very gracious throughout I think is the reason I like him. I couldn't remember why I enjoyed seeing his success and why he is the only player i'll rail and follow a sweat thread of until this just popped into my head.
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#195
07-20-2007, 03:45 PM
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Re: Beat: My roommates are up $2.6M in 6 weeks and I work a 9-5
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It's a thread that keeps on giving. Great stories. [/ QUOTE ] A couple more since it's a Friday. While we were still in college, junior year, Tom and I and others were grinding 25nl and 50nl, which meant we were making pretty decent money compared to other college kids. Emil was already playing 3/6 and a little 5/10. He has some +$8k day (which, remember, is an impossible number to broke jobless college kids)and decides he wants to throw a party, but not just any party, a champagne party. So Tom, Emil, myself, and a few friends, barely 21 and some of us probably not even that, head to the local liquor emporium. We get to the champagne section, and we're looking it over and an employee comes over to us. He looks like he's 65% to card us and toss us out of the store on our asses. Him: Can I help you gentleman? Emil: Yeah, can you recommend a good champagne? Him: (picks up a bottle) This one is actually quite nice. Emil: Cool. We'll take six cases. Him (suddenly attentive) Yes sir, right away! We cab the stuff back to an apartment and set up a huge tub of ice full of the champagne bottles by the door. Now this is important to understand: our buddies coming to this party are broke-ass college kids. They're used to Bud Light, or 40's, or parties with one bottle of Georgi vodka and a 2-liter of coke, because that's all the host has got, dammit. They know Emil's throwing some kind of party, but they're not exactly sure what's up. So the party starts, and people are knocking at the door, and every time someone comes in, one of us reaches into the tub, fishes out some bubbly, pops it, and hands it to whoever's just walked in, just the bottle, no glass. "Welcome to the party." The look on their faces was priceless. By the time the party was in full swing, there were sixty kids milling around, each holding their personal bottle of champagne by the neck, toasting each other by clinking bottles together, and swigging directly from them like French royalty. It was extremely fun, it was baller, but more importantly, it was a really, really nice thing that Emil did for all of his friends who could have never had a night like that otherwise. I remember looking out over the lights of New York, drinking that excellent wine, and feeling like a goddamned prince. I know I'll never forget that night, and I don't think many who were there will either.
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#199
07-20-2007, 04:04 PM
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Re: Beat: My roommates are up $2.6M in 6 weeks and I work a 9-5
i really like this story...more please?
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#200
07-20-2007, 04:13 PM
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Re: Beat: My roommates are up $2.6M in 6 weeks and I work a 9-5
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[ QUOTE ] It's a thread that keeps on giving. Great stories. [/ QUOTE ] A couple more since it's a Friday. While we were still in college, junior year, Tom and I and others were grinding 25nl and 50nl, which meant we were making pretty decent money compared to other college kids. Emil was already playing 3/6 and a little 5/10. He has some +$8k day (which, remember, is an impossible number to broke jobless college kids)and decides he wants to throw a party, but not just any party, a champagne party. So Tom, Emil, myself, and a few friends, barely 21 and some of us probably not even that, head to the local liquor emporium. We get to the champagne section, and we're looking it over and an employee comes over to us. He looks like he's 65% to card us and toss us out of the store on our asses. Him: Can I help you gentleman? Emil: Yeah, can you recommend a good champagne? Him: (picks up a bottle) This one is actually quite nice. Emil: Cool. We'll take six cases. Him (suddenly attentive) Yes sir, right away! We cab the stuff back to an apartment and set up a huge tub of ice full of the champagne bottles by the door. Now this is important to understand: our buddies coming to this party are broke-ass college kids. They're used to Bud Light, or 40's, or parties with one bottle of Georgi vodka and a 2-liter of coke, because that's all the host has got, dammit. They know Emil's throwing some kind of party, but they're not exactly sure what's up. So the party starts, and people are knocking at the door, and every time someone comes in, one of us reaches into the tub, fishes out some bubbly, pops it, and hands it to whoever's just walked in, just the bottle, no glass. "Welcome to the party." The look on their faces was priceless. By the time the party was in full swing, there were sixty kids milling around, each holding their personal bottle of champagne by the neck, toasting each other by clinking bottles together, and swigging directly from them like French royalty. It was extremely fun, it was baller, but more importantly, it was a really, really nice thing that Emil did for all of his friends who could have never had a night like that otherwise. I remember looking out over the lights of New York, drinking that excellent wine, and feeling like a goddamned prince. I know I'll never forget that night, and I don't think many who were there will either. [/ QUOTE ] so great
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