Phil Hellmuth going postal against Brandon Adams.
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Question by sabes99: dream wsop main event final table?
if you got to choose the 9 players at the final table of the wsop, who would you choose? for entertainment and/or skill purposes
the nine i’d want to see:
daniel negreanu
phil ivey
mike matusow
phil hellmuth
t.j. cloutier
doyle brunson
chip reese
barry greenstein
allen cunningham
Best answer:
Answer by Reggie
Me against any of those other 8 players.
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Question by Callie Couturier: Is this story good so far.. I’m 12 years old?
(Please read. I’m a 12 year old girl… improvements? Or is this good?)
The cold, painful wind snapped at my face and whispered through my tangled hair, sending unpleasant chills down my spine. My face was as red as the ripest apple in the orchard and my fingers felt like popsicles. I dreamed of a warm, crackling orange fire in the fire place… But all I had was my sleeping bag. My shoes, ragged and beat up didn’t keep my feet warm but enough to protect them from falling off. The sweet flash of warmth danced through my head. My eyelids heavy, closing, closing, closing… And everything faded to black.
I woke up, wondering where I was. The sound of beeping echoed through my head. I opened my eyes, blinked my eyes a few times and processed what was going on. My brain seemed to of shut down and flown south for the winter while my body still remain here, empty and alone. The room I was in appeared to be white, with elegant flowers in a vase seemed to smile at me sweetly along with something that appeared to be a heart monitor. I looked down, and something pokey was attatched to my arm… It was to much to see and process! Everything faded to black once a again.
“Wake up!” a little voice in side of me was shouting. That moment, it felt like my brain sent a wake up call to my heart, eyes and lungs. My chest filled with air, drawing in my new breaths. I awoke again but this time, the room was filled with the sound of nothing. After a while, the sweet sun shone down through the glass window, making my face tingle with joy. At that moment, I was pretty sure this was the beginning. The beginning of something new.
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OFF STORY:
So, how is it so far? Do you like it? I’m not sure if it’s a good story or not… Remember, I’m only 12 so it’s probably a really bad story, LOL! Thanks for reading!
Best answer:
Answer by Emarie M
it got confusing. but if im sure if i read the rest of the story it wouldnt be. YOU HAVE TO SEND THE REST TO ME! it was really great. I’m twelve, too, and also writing a story. I have 37+ pages. overall, your story was EPIC. lol. it was really good!
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Question by william the wizard: does the harrahs in new orleans have a poker room?
the one across the street from the W . . . is it even open?
Best answer:
Answer by Anry
yes
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Question by Robert Y: What is the best play money poker room out there?
Looking to play cards.
Best answer:
Answer by ZCT
I like Poker Stars or Full Tilt. Both are great and offer all kinds of play money games. Both even offer free rolls that are free to enter, but you can win a place in a real low stakes tournament.
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Question by rocker13: Story- Good? Bad? Some feedback please.?
T-Virus
Prelude: Out Late
It was silent. In the dark hours of the morning, only the wing beats of an owl could be heard against the valley’s now still ghost town and the forest that surrounded it. The splendor of the naturally encroached town was indeed a sight to behold. The evergreens, weeping willows, and flowers had moved in as neighbors with the long since dusty houses. The streets were vacant and the grass of the lawns had grown to several feet, extending out to envelop cars and street lights their firm clutches. Tall trees that grew in a seemly random fashion, cast their long, deep silhouettes against abandoned dwellings. It would be easily possible to walk through the length of the town and never notice it for what it was. Morgan Hill had without a doubt, fallen under the power of Mother Nature.
If one were to hold his gaze over an area for long enough, the slightest movement could be seen in between the tall, ominous trees. Four humanoid figures, dressed in a black that complimented the shadowy sky and earth, could just be viewed through the morning fog rolling in over the hills. Once they reached their destination, a house just off of what was once Main Street; they halted and moved close together.
The shortest individual of the group stated, “Hey, Jesse, there is a house across the way. You should be able to get up on the roof. We can flush them out if you take them down. You can take Andrew with you as back up.”
A tall, lean figure returned, “Yeah that’s a good idea. Ok, Brady is this the right address? Everything seems to be quiet.”
The shortest guy replied back, “Yeah, 4267 Green Oak Court, this is the place she said.”
An emoish outline nervously whispered, “This isn’t right. Something is wrong. Shouldn’t we be hearing screams or cries of help from this woman?”
“Andrew’s right. There is a certain tenseness about the air,” murmured a figure with a rather stocky build.
Jesse said in an undertone, “Yeah, we should have heard something by now, but we are still going in anyway. If there is a chance she is alive, we have no choice but to take it. Jt, how does the front door look?”
The stocky figure nosily crept over to the door. He tapped on it and shook the handle several times. “Crap,” he muttered. He glanced right and left, and then sneaked back to the group. He shook his head and said, “It’s no good, the door has to be solid oak. There is no way we can get through it. Unless someone brought the picklocks?”
Brady hissed out, “Shit. I forgot them. Ah well looks like its windows again. I’ll get right on it.”
Jesse thought for a few seconds and said, “This house looks like it has a basement, so maybe the roof idea isn’t so good,” at this decision, Jesse shouldered a .22 CZ 452 sniper rifle and unhooked the strap over his , “We’ll have to all go in. Ok I want two teams of two. Brady and I will take basement. And Andrew and Jt will take the upstairs. Ok?” Three oks sounded off. “Now Brady, how quietly can you get the window open?”
Brady’s reply was a half smirk and slithered over to the front window. The frame was four by five with two panes. The glass looked as though it hadn’t been touched in a year. This is actually probably a pretty accurate description. Most of the houses looked like they had missed some major upkeep. Brady moved to the right pane and reached for his back pocket. He pulled out a pocket knife and proceeded to quietly unscrew and pop the window out. “Jt, Andrew, come over here and help me catch the window.” They stirred and sneaked to the window. They stood behind Brady, making a triangular shape. Brady pulled the window out and down and then ducked. The pane fell neatly into the outstretched arms of Jt and Andrew. They took three steps back and laid the glass over the four foot tall lawn.
Jesse motioned for all four of them to step over the wall, through the window and into the house. Once inside, all four slid out their .45 pistols with the gracefulness of professionals and performed a routine search of the front room. “All clear,” said Andrew. Jesse put a vertical finger across his mouth with a pointed look at Andrew and motioned for everyone to check the first floor.
Jesse and Brady crept through the hallway to the left, while Jt and Andrew took the right. After a quick search, nothing of importance was found. It was clear that whoever had owned the house had left in a hurry. Canned foods were piled on the table, along with other nonperishable items. The cupboards were all wide open and things were thrown askew across the floor. Pictures hung sideways on the walls and half packed suitcases were laid over the carpet in the family room.
We circled the downstairs and met back near the front door, where the entrance to the basement and the stairs were. Jesse motioned over to me and pointed to the only door we hadn’t opened yet, the basement door, and held up a hand for me to wait. He then turned around and with a nod of his head, notified Jt and Andre
Best answer:
Answer by techee
yes. also try Tom Clancy’s Spinter Cell by David Micheals. Very good book. Action from the start.
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Scotty Nguyen reveals that he hasn’t played cash games in over two years. Please tune in to www.tv.pokernews.com for all the latest updates in the highest video quality.
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Question by xxbrokenheartbrokenxx: my friend says the story we’re writing is a bad influence so she wants to stop now?
my friend and I are writing a story, and one of the characters is depressed.His father beats him, his mother died, and he’s started self harming. I’ve been cut*ng for some time and now shes all “we should stop writing” she first lied about why and then she told me that she thinks hes a bad influence on me when shes writing all the parts that would be considered the bad influence. I’ve been really enjoying writing this and its helping me take my mind of other things.
so how do you think his right?
thanks
and she also created the character
Best answer:
Answer by Ashera
Why don’t you just continue the story on your own? Something about the character is upsetting your friend and she doesn’t want to think about it any more. Respect her feelings and finish the story yourself.
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Question by Iknowsomestuff: How do i deposit to a Poker Room with a Mastercard?!?!?
I have tried a lot of things but nothing will work. What is a method that accepts mastercards.
Best answer:
Answer by ZCT
Just use a service like ePassporte.com.
Most American companies won’t let you deposit to online gambling, thanks to draconian yet ambiguous anti-gambling laws that make no sense, favor some forms of gambling over others, and take away your freedom.
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