Week 3, beginning 16th Oct 2006
Week 3, beginning 16th Oct 2006
The week
"When was the last time you earnt £600 in a day?"
A few guys I chat to on the internet (lol) in a 'channel' specifically for gambling talk introduced me to a scheme to make $1000 with very little risk. I'd seen it before and even considered taking it up, but I didn't because it looked like a scam. Monday night one guy told me he had made $900 from $50 and all it took was a few hands of blackjack, so I figured it was legit. Turns out its actually 17600 hands if you play $1 at a time.
Long story short, I played like 500 hands an hour, upped the stakes a bit and got some EXTREME luck. After 3 of the 5 casinos in the scheme I find myself with just over £600 in my account, from just £55. As you can imagine I'm really pleased at this, and it only took about 18 hours of play spread over 3 days. You can actually play these casino bonuses each month, as they keep on crediting your account with bonuses that you have to wager 20 times over before you can withdraw. There is no skill involved, just following a chart, and the only thing it requires is a bit of patience.
What am I going to do with the money I won? Well, it can get a bit boring playing 8000 hands a month so I might invest in a second PC monitor so I can watch films at a full screen - ITS CLEARLY EXPONENTIAL PROFIT FOLKS - MORALE BRINGS LUCK RIGHT?!
Friday
"Girls are crazy."
Friday night around already? Sure is and we hit Diva's again (the uni club). Its even cheaper than saturdays, and the cups are even designed so that you can hold 4 drinks in each hand. So off I go and split the beverages with my housemate. I notice a rather attractive blonde girl eyeing me up (no, don't be shocked!) and I'm pretty pleased with myself so I chug another two doubles. It gets to the point in the night where I'm pretty inebriated and loafing around, the girl still watches me. I can't be bothered to get up past everyone because I'm a) the centre of attention at b) the centre of the table and c) sitting in a really comfortable bench thing.
I get up to take a piss, seeing as the girls have gone to dance and I had to move anyway. I come back and the blonde and her ugly sidekick have made their way over to our table. Blonde girl is sitting in my chair. I don't like this so I tell her to move. She does and boy is she in to me. The rest of the night is kind of a blur and was spent with her telling me loads about what she's studying and me mocking it. All the while, I can't stop thinking about how Tucker Max-esque I'm being. It gets to around midnight I guess and we go and hit it up on the dance floor. Kissing and fondling ensues for around 15 minutes, at which point I'm informed we're being kicked out for the vast quantity of vomit dripping from my friend's mouth. He's got tears down his face, and its funny.
I go back to Blonde Girl (I still don't know her name) and tell her I have to go, so she asks if she can give her number to me. I say OK, even though she lives 30 miles away and goes to a different uni. On the way back I remember that my 'Girls pillaged' count is still at zero, so I turn back. I couldn't find her there, or the beacon that is Ugly Girl's ugly face. On my second journey home I call Rhian (bless her heart, she was clever enough to put her name on my phone too) and guess who answers the phone? That's right - its an old scottish man.
I'm still confused as to why this girl gave me a fake number, even though I didn't even ask for it. So, crazy girls of the world: I ask you why all girls are crazy.
Vital Statistics
Lectures Attended: 19
Lectures Missed: 5
Girls pillaged: 0
Alcohol consumed (units): 22
The week
"When was the last time you earnt £600 in a day?"
A few guys I chat to on the internet (lol) in a 'channel' specifically for gambling talk introduced me to a scheme to make $1000 with very little risk. I'd seen it before and even considered taking it up, but I didn't because it looked like a scam. Monday night one guy told me he had made $900 from $50 and all it took was a few hands of blackjack, so I figured it was legit. Turns out its actually 17600 hands if you play $1 at a time.
Long story short, I played like 500 hands an hour, upped the stakes a bit and got some EXTREME luck. After 3 of the 5 casinos in the scheme I find myself with just over £600 in my account, from just £55. As you can imagine I'm really pleased at this, and it only took about 18 hours of play spread over 3 days. You can actually play these casino bonuses each month, as they keep on crediting your account with bonuses that you have to wager 20 times over before you can withdraw. There is no skill involved, just following a chart, and the only thing it requires is a bit of patience.
What am I going to do with the money I won? Well, it can get a bit boring playing 8000 hands a month so I might invest in a second PC monitor so I can watch films at a full screen - ITS CLEARLY EXPONENTIAL PROFIT FOLKS - MORALE BRINGS LUCK RIGHT?!
Friday
"Girls are crazy."
Friday night around already? Sure is and we hit Diva's again (the uni club). Its even cheaper than saturdays, and the cups are even designed so that you can hold 4 drinks in each hand. So off I go and split the beverages with my housemate. I notice a rather attractive blonde girl eyeing me up (no, don't be shocked!) and I'm pretty pleased with myself so I chug another two doubles. It gets to the point in the night where I'm pretty inebriated and loafing around, the girl still watches me. I can't be bothered to get up past everyone because I'm a) the centre of attention at b) the centre of the table and c) sitting in a really comfortable bench thing.
I get up to take a piss, seeing as the girls have gone to dance and I had to move anyway. I come back and the blonde and her ugly sidekick have made their way over to our table. Blonde girl is sitting in my chair. I don't like this so I tell her to move. She does and boy is she in to me. The rest of the night is kind of a blur and was spent with her telling me loads about what she's studying and me mocking it. All the while, I can't stop thinking about how Tucker Max-esque I'm being. It gets to around midnight I guess and we go and hit it up on the dance floor. Kissing and fondling ensues for around 15 minutes, at which point I'm informed we're being kicked out for the vast quantity of vomit dripping from my friend's mouth. He's got tears down his face, and its funny.
I go back to Blonde Girl (I still don't know her name) and tell her I have to go, so she asks if she can give her number to me. I say OK, even though she lives 30 miles away and goes to a different uni. On the way back I remember that my 'Girls pillaged' count is still at zero, so I turn back. I couldn't find her there, or the beacon that is Ugly Girl's ugly face. On my second journey home I call Rhian (bless her heart, she was clever enough to put her name on my phone too) and guess who answers the phone? That's right - its an old scottish man.
I'm still confused as to why this girl gave me a fake number, even though I didn't even ask for it. So, crazy girls of the world: I ask you why all girls are crazy.
Vital Statistics
Lectures Attended: 19
Lectures Missed: 5
Girls pillaged: 0
Alcohol consumed (units): 22