I just gamble for fun like a grandma
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It's kind of like movies. Ever since I worked at AMC when I was 16, probably seen maybe 5 movies since. The Jews have corrupted the games as well
Movies suck cause too many things are canceled just like comedy
??????? Is it really gambling when all you do is lose? Slots are so cringe they don't count as gambling
I wouldn't even say cancelled it's all woke garbage. Like kids shows are fucked now too
Gamble responsibly
2 days of playing for fun, free money
It was 100% matching bonus of first deposit, so I played it out. Cashed out initial and 300 and still got 300 to play with.
Free (obtained by spending hours on a phone app) money! I'm sure your wife and kids are really proud of you! If you're not too ashamed to let them know about this "hobby" in the first place.
On other news:
"Braid, Anniversary Edition" releases in 5 hours!
Lol I made $700 in 5-6 hours of play time.
You just jelly son
I'm jealous of the gambling addict falling for every single online casino advertisement.
Why would it take 6 hours to roll online slots? Each result is generated in 1 nanosecond by the computer.
Ignore the egyptian. Hes just upset that allah wont let him gamble
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I feel bad because all kidding aside, I used to be exactly like this guy with women until I had a come to Jesus moment a few years ago. It's a hell of a story, but for anyone who wants to indulge me, I'll tell you what changed the way I approach and speak to women.
Shortly after COVID started, I was shuttered in my apartment, bored to death, when I downloaded FaceTune to touch up my LinkedIn headshot. It was surprisingly addicting, and what had intended to be a quick adjustment to add a professional background turned into hours exploring each feature to see what they did and how I'd look. I adjusted the bridge of my nose, my eyebrow height, the fullness of my lips, everything. It was as though I was creating the most realistic "create a character" ever made at the beginning of a video game.
As I was exploring how I'd look with different versions of curly hair, I suddenly lost all interest, kind of how you feel after playing The Sims for a week straight and then never again. But as I was about to close the app, I noticed the Gender Swap feature. And so, before I decided to close the app forever and upload my headshot with its new background as a 60x60 pixel image on my LinkedIn, I decided to try it out.
After a little finicking and enhancing my lips, I was shocked at what I'd created. Whether through the sophistication of the app itself, or my ability mastering it over the course of an afternoon, there was no doubt of what I was looking at. I was hot. Not a supermodel by any means, but an objectively attractive woman.
To be honest, I was a bit impressed with my hypothetical female self. At one point, I even pondered that, had I been born a girl, this is who I'd be. I wanted to share it with someone, mostly out of curiosity, but a bit of vanity as well. Unfortunately, I couldn't think of a single friend who wouldn't find the story, and subsequent picture of my female twin, disturbing or at the very least odd. So out of options, but still desperate for some sort of feedback, I downloaded Tinder.
I spent another hour or two tuning up a few more pictures of myself to build a full set of pictures. I hadn't used Tinder very much, but knew enough that one picture is a surefire killer for getting any matches. With five pictures of my female me, I created a profile and set to swiping to get my fix of flattery.
It wasn't ten minutes before the matches and messages started rolling in, confirming what I already knew. Female me was a smoke show. Compliments on my looks, sexual innuendo, some rather direct smut and propositions. It was an endless stream of guys vying for my attention. I was a little flattered, to be honest, even by the more sexually explicit openers. Having never really received that sort of attention before, it was exciting, but I could already imagine how it could quickly become revolting for women. After about an hour, I realized it was nearly midnight, and I went to bed, completely forgetting to update my LinkedIn.
As I laid down in bed, the messages continued to race through my mind and the photos I'd created that were responsible. I tossed and turned, but I simply couldn't stop thinking about this alternate reality of myself as a woman. I'd never even considered myself to have gender dysphoria. I wasn't some Adonis, but I was relatively comfortable with myself and my sexuality. As I continued to daydream about female me, I heard another ping from my phone.
Sure enough, it was another Tinder message from a guy named James. He'd already messaged me earlier, and was apparently bold enough to keep trying. As I opened his message, I saw he was actively typing, about to add a fifth unanswered message. He'd started with "Hey" and followed with a slew of compliments about my looks. Looking back, I should have stopped there and then, but feeling flattered, I figured there'd be no harm in chatting with him before I went to bed.
Before I knew it, we were in full conversation. Talking about our jobs, the pandemic, where we were from, everything. I'd donned the name Emma, which I felt suited the female doppelgänger I'd created just a few hours earlier. James was funny and charming. While I'm not gay, I'm comfortable enough with my sexuality to say I considered him to be a handsome guy. He was by no means an Adonis himself, but a tall, lanky nerd type with glasses that certain women would go after.
As I laid in my bed in the dark, my phone illuminating my face, there was a brief lull when I noticed it was nearly 2:00 AM. I was a little shocked, and in a brief moment of clarity, decided this had gone too far hours ago. But as my thumb moved to delete the app for good, James texted again. He wanted me to come over.
A wave of thoughts and emotions quickly ran through my head. Shock, embarrassment, flattery... all in a matter of a few seconds. If you asked me now why I did it, I couldn't tell you, but as if without any real control over my thumbs, I accepted. In fact, while I can't explain why, I was excited. James texted me his address, just over two miles away.
Of course, this posed a number of problems. James was expecting Emma, and I was far from the digital woman I'd created, even if she was my female equivalent. She had long blonde hair and, probably not shocking to anyone, a more feminine face.
I briefly considered my options before another wave of sanity pulled me back to the reality of what I was about to do. I wasn't gay. And much more importantly, I wasn't the sort of psychopath who catfish a person. I was debating whether to come clean to him or just ghost and delete all evidence forever, when I remembered the blonde wig I had in my closet from Halloween when my friend Amanda and I had dressed as each other for a costume party. Not only that, I had a full outfit from the costume as well. A red dress, heels... I even had a bra I'd stuffed to look like a real-life Amanda. And that is how, four months after Halloween night, I'd reclaimed my female form not as Amanda, but Emma.
The feeling of Halloween night came flooding back to me. The confidence and sex appeal of womanhood. The change in demeanor and mannerisms. The emotions, which had apparently been repressed deep in my psyche when I woke up hungover on November 1st, had all come back. I wanted to basque in them as I looked at my reflection in the mirror, realizing that the FaceTune fantasy I'd created just a few hours ago was now a reality. But all that was quickly interrupted when my phone buzzed again with a message from James, asking for my ETA.
The wait for the Uber was nerve-racking and suddenly, for the first time since I'd become Emma, I felt embarrassed. But before I could process any of the emotions, the lights of the car appeared down the block and stopped next to me.
The driver looked at me, confused, as he rolled down his window. After a brief pause, he spoke.
"Sorry, I'm looking for X", he said, my male name.
A wave of panic surged through my body. But in a moment of genius, I brushed it off and and regained my composure.
"That's my boyfriend," I said. "The car's for me."
"Oh, alright," he said. As I felt my heart rate slow, I heard the pop of the doors unlock.
"You're going to Thomas Street, miss?" the driver said, as I fastened my seatbelt.
"Yes", I replied.
The feeling of bliss as I looked in the mirror, as I first became Amanda in my room on Halloween night four months earlier, came rushing back. Did he believe me to be Emma?, I thought. Have I really become the woman I've always wanted to be so easily?
I texted James that I was close. I still wasn't quite sure what I would say to him, but I was filled with a new confidence. I was ready to find out what Emma wanted.
As we pulled up, I could barely make out the numbers of James' address on the apartment building facade, above the poorly-lit entrance. I thanked the driver, and exited the car. As I crossed the street, I felt the satin of the red dress slide back and forth across my leg and the crisp asphalt through the toes of my heels.
Suddenly, I was at the door and my heart started to race again in anticipation. I texted James that I'd arrived. Without pause, he replied. He was coming down to let me in.
After a minute or two, I heard the elevator tone as, through the door's glass frame, James emerged into the hallway. I raised my hand and waved to him. He waved back and smiled, then squinted at me, trying to make out my face in the dark entranceway.
As he walked towards me, my heart began to race again, not in panic, but anticipation. He reached the door and opened it.
"Emma?" he said.
"Hey" I replied, elevating my voice to a feminine tone.
As he walked through the door towards me, his warm smile disappeared as he let out a scream.
"What the fuck!" he said, as he recoiled back into the door.
"Who the fuck are you?" he yelled, looking at me in disgust.
I kept my composure, still basking in the person I'd become.
"I'm Emma," I replied, hoping to relieve him.
"What the fuck, man" he shouted, his voice turning to anger. "Who the... what the fuck are you doing?!"
Suddenly, the confidence I'd felt was replaced by confusion. James slid back through the door, almost tripping over himself. He turned away and screamed, as if to himself. I paused for a second, and called an Uber home.
Anyway, like I said, that experience made me realize what rude assholes guys can be sometimes. It totally changed how I approached women.
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How do you know it's off-topic if you didn't read it?
Well, bros? Are you?
Almost bought hades 2 then remembered I kind of hated the first one but still tempted to buy and play (probably some sort of warning flag for the state of my life/mental health)
Also I believe I already posted about this in different words in this same thread which is another negative sign for my mental health
That game looks awful. Download league