obsess much Dawg?

[coach belly]

This

jack doff woo-woo thanks his mother

[jdaewoo]

This retard has never posted anything of value on this forum.

[coach belly]

This retard

[Keystone]

Looks like MJihad and Jockstrap Custodian Belly slowed down a little from yesterday....or maybe today is visitor`s day at the asylum

[theywontpayontuesday]

Mdawg will never dissappear as much as some might li and coach belly is glued inside his anus in man love or same man.

[coach belly]

glued inside his anus in man love

This retard is a obviously a self-loathing homosexual, who attempts to insult others by fantasizing that the others are just like him.

[theywontpayontuesday]

glued inside his anus in man love

This retard is a obviously a self-loathing homosexual, who attempts to insult others by fantasizing that the others are just like him.

Lol It took me long enough trying to figure out what retard was posting this drivel. Sounds Freudian for you though since you are so gay and you play tummy sticks with mdawg taking turns being KJ.

[coach belly]

It took me long enough

Wait, what?

It took a long time to figure what voices inside your head made you post gay stuff with your name attached?

You posted about "glued inside his anus" and "tummy sticks"...so who is it that sounds Freudian?

[theywontpayontuesday]

You and Mdawg rub your amuses together and scissor pretending to be each other's mothers.

[coach belly]

You and Mdawg rub your amuses together and scissor pretending to be each other's mothers.

Just to be clear...who is pretending in your fantasy?

[theywontpayontuesday]

You and Mdawg rub your amuses together and scissor pretending to be each other's mothers.

Just to be clear...who is pretending in your fantasy?

Hahaha they're both you Mdawg.

[coach belly]

Hahaha they're both you Mdawg.

Oh OK.

Computer time is over now mr twpot, please go back to your cell.

[theywontpayontuesday]

The air in the high-limit room was thick with the scent of aged whiskey and desperation. At a sleek baccarat table, Mdawg, known to the Vegas Casino Talk forums only by his legend and his claims of improbable wins, watched the cards being dealt. He wasn't a celebrity, just an enigma. His profile photo was a blank slate, his signature move an unspoken, unblinking focus that rattled his opponents. He had claimed to beat -EV games for 16 straight months with a large bankroll and a "special" method. The trolls on VCT called it "voodoo," but the players who'd seen him knew there was something more.
Tonight, his special method was tested. Across the felt from him sat Marcus "The Spreadsheet" Thorne, a card counter of almost mythical precision. Thorne played by the book, his strategy a mathematical fortress. Mdawg's strategy was like water, flowing into the cracks of the game, adapting to the "streaks" that Thorne and his ilk swore didn't exist.
The shoe was coming to an end. Mdawg had been betting small, a quiet observer of the game's rhythm. He felt the shift, a subtle change in the casino's energy, a whisper from the cards. He pushed a stack of chips forward—more than he'd bet all night.
Thorne glanced over, a flicker of condescension in his eyes. "Chasing a streak, Mdawg? You know the house edge is relentless."
Mdawg didn't respond. He simply met Thorne's gaze, the corners of his mouth upturning in a tiny, almost imperceptible smile. Thorne scoffed and folded his hands. He couldn't understand it, the pure faith Mdawg placed in the unseen currents of the game.
The last card was revealed. Mdawg had pulled an 8. Thorne's face, usually a mask of detached calm, tightened as he saw Mdawg's tally: 9. A perfect natural.
Mdawg scooped up his winnings, his movements smooth and unhurried. He was up significantly for the night, another small victory in his endless, silent war against the odds.
Later, on the Vegas Casino Talk forums, the story of Mdawg's latest improbable win spread like wildfire. One user, MaxPen, an outspoken critic, posted, "This dude is a fraud. He just tries to piece together things that he imagines".
Another replied, "I saw him at the Wynn. He had this..." and then the post dissolved into a vague, breathless description.
The thread, titled "The Adventures of MDawg," grew longer, a collection of whispered accounts and impassioned denials. He was a fraud, a genius, an illusionist. He was a whale, a low-roller, a ghost.
But Mdawg was none of those things. He was a gambler, not in the sense of a risk-taker, but in the sense of a man who understood the language of chance. He didn't break the rules of math; he simply listened to the music between the equations. He didn't explain his wins, because to do so would break the spell. The real game, he knew, was not played on the felt. It was played online, in the rumors and the half-truths, the frantic energy of a community trying to solve a puzzle. And Mdawg's most impressive bet was on their unending fascination.

[coach belly]

The air in the high-limit room was thick with the scent of aged whiskey and desperation.

Whatever you do, please don't let this guy check into Mandalay Bay.

[MisterV]

The air in the high-limit room was thick with the scent of aged whiskey and desperation. At a sleek baccarat table, Mdawg, known to the Vegas Casino Talk forums only by his legend and his claims of improbable wins, watched the cards being dealt. He wasn't a celebrity, just an enigma

Ah, investigative journalism.

When will you get to the part about hookers, Rolex and pussy thievery?

Vegas, baby...

[theywontpayontuesday]

The air in the high-limit room was thick with the scent of aged whiskey and desperation. At a sleek baccarat table, Mdawg, known to the Vegas Casino Talk forums only by his legend and his claims of improbable wins, watched the cards being dealt. He wasn't a celebrity, just an enigma

Ah, investigative journalism.

When will you get to the part about hookers, Rolex and pussy thievery?

Vegas, baby...

I of course didnt write those things. Ai did and I thought they were funny and their AI impression of the truth about Mdawg. That's why the one story started calling Coach Belly Brenda and turned him into a woman just like Mdawg and Coach Belly turn KJ into a woman through their comments. I forget the prompts exactly but did use vegascasinotalk.com as a search term for AI. To AI it was just super obvious Mdawg was a fraud gambler story teller.