The Adventures of MDawg (in progress)

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I'm bored.

Perhaps old Monet would post up another of his infamous wiry slot machine numbers. How about a long or big one, which is tougher to untangle. Maybe, something to do with the day we are rid of the cocksucker.

I already tried the anagram solver on the simple question, "When will Monet die?" It returned with another question, "Tell Me How I Die," so, I thought to plug this new question into the anagram solver.

https://anagram-solver.net/when%20wi...e?partial=true

Ha, you know that you're on the right track when it answers a question with another question.

The first readable answer to the second question was, "No-limit hold'em."

https://anagram-solver.net/Tell%20Me...t?partial=true

So, Monet's death may have something to do with gambling, after all.

Another thing about being on the right track is to have some of the odd names, etc, quickly match up with each other.

The second of only four such numbers of Monet's led directly to, "More than 50 people are killed in an attack on a casino in Monterrey, Nuevo León, Mexico."

https://vegascasinotalk.com/forum/sh...l=1#post116896

The anagram of the question, "Tell Me How I Die," very quickly led to also the answer Hotel Del Monte. I'm not that interested in places, but, I noticed that "The Hotel Del Monte was a large resort hotel in Monterey, California." Are there only two Monterey's in the world? One with one r, the other with two r's.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hotel_Del_Monte

Ha, call it the Hotel Del Monet.

Garnabby, since you like to delve into future prophecies. I hope that you don't mind someone else taking a stab at the endeavor. You just predicted that you will likely go while playing in a no-limit hold 'em game. I do not think so. More likely out of nosiness one day while walking closely around the perimeter of Monet's house you innocently and unknowingly trespass onto his property. Unbeknownst to you, he had you in his scope and fired spot on. Then he took you behind his shed and literally put you through a real meat grinder with the idea of feeding you to his dogs for a month. Subsequently, the dogs enjoyed you much better than the Alpo that they been getting. Here is the math behind my theory:

Nice video. Thanks.

Moral of the story? Don't go anywhere near Monet's spread, without some C-4 and nitro stuck up your ass. Just in case. Ha.

Actually, if you had been wearing a seasoned wok on your head you might have been able to walk right up the driveway. Under that scenario, unfortunately for you, the dogs still would have finished you off with the scent of fresh meat.

By the way, where is Mr. Monet? I hope that he is okay.