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Truly hilarious that he sees himself as the victim in all of this!Wow, I just went through that whole thread. What a f*cking turd nugget.
That's because you're a pussy.Complete jack wagon. The kind of tool that thinks being a tool is winning - lol.
I figured if I posted "punched in the leg" it would be less likely to be reported, keeping me from being banned.Why aim for the leg when the human body is rich with sensitive organs in the torso?
Where's the group buy thread for the t-shirts?That's because you're a pussy.
hey pal, hey buddyThis isn’t generally a community. Hasn’t been for a long, long time. It’s a marketplace with some afficinados/hobbyists.
I’d never give anyone money here unless I’d met them at a meetup, hung out with them, got to know them, and trusted them.
Giving someone money here that you haven’t met yet is no different than just shipping money to a random person on reddit.
You left off the faux sob story that pulls on my heartstrings and causes me to give money to a complete stranger.hey pal, hey buddy
got a $1,000 I can borrow.......................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................have...............................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................
Sending you $125,000,000. U take cashapp?hold on
My Dog is sick and i need to take him to the vet, look he can barley get his head to a comfortable position at the cigar bar, so please donate
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Dear compassionate @bergs ,You left off the faux sob story that pulls on my heartstrings and causes me to give money to a complete stranger.
Please compose yourself and try again.
What's the 19th of next month?um, um, yes of course, would rather have cash on the 19th of next month, I can be late on all my bills
His name is:Dog is adorable btw.
Dear Penthouse,Dear compassionate @bergs ,
This isn’t an easy letter to write, but I’ve run out of options and time. I never thought I’d find myself in a situation like this, let alone reaching out to a stranger for help, but desperation does strange things to a person.
I’ve always prided myself on being a good provider for my family. My wife, Sarah, and I have two beautiful kids—Ben, 8, and Sophie, 5. We had a simple life, nothing fancy, but we were happy. Then I made a mistake that I deeply regret every single day.
A few months ago, I started playing poker with some guys from work. At first, it was just a bit of fun—something to break up the routine. But somewhere along the way, it became more than that. I got caught up in the thrill of winning, convinced myself that I could make a little extra for my family. I was wrong.
The losses started small, but they quickly snowballed. I told myself I could win it all back, that I just needed one good hand. But that hand never came. Instead, I lost more than I ever imagined possible. I drained our savings, maxed out our credit cards, and even borrowed money from people I shouldn’t have. Now, the debt collectors are knocking at our door, and I’ve put my family at risk of losing everything—our home, our car, and any sense of security we had left.
I’ve tried to fix things. I’ve taken on extra shifts, sold whatever we could spare, and begged for extensions, but it’s not enough. My wife is devastated, and I’m ashamed to face my kids, knowing that my foolish choices have put them in this position.
I know I don’t deserve it, but if you could find it in your heart to help us out, even just a little, it could mean the difference between keeping a roof over our heads or losing the only place my children have ever known as home. I’m doing everything I can to turn things around, but I need a little help to get back on my feet and make things right for my family.
I can’t promise you anything in return, except that I will never make this mistake again. I’ll spend the rest of my life making it up to my family and to anyone kind enough to help us out of this hole I’ve dug. I'll even fold pre-flop.
Sincerely,
CraigT78
I had to make it look like I wrote it, and not chat gtp.So authentic until the fold pre comment. I was even finding myself ignoring the fact that I know he has 15 kids, not just 2.
Is this an intervention?Dear compassionate @bergs ,
This isn’t an easy letter to write, but I’ve run out of options and time. I never thought I’d find myself in a situation like this, let alone reaching out to a stranger for help, but desperation does strange things to a person.
I’ve always prided myself on being a good provider for my family. My wife, Sarah, and I have two beautiful kids—Ben, 8, and Sophie, 5. We had a simple life, nothing fancy, but we were happy. Then I made a mistake that I deeply regret every single day.
A few months ago, I started playing poker with some guys from work. At first, it was just a bit of fun—something to break up the routine. But somewhere along the way, it became more than that. I got caught up in the thrill of winning, convinced myself that I could make a little extra for my family. I was wrong.
The losses started small, but they quickly snowballed. I told myself I could win it all back, that I just needed one good hand. But that hand never came. Instead, I lost more than I ever imagined possible. I drained our savings, maxed out our credit cards, and even borrowed money from people I shouldn’t have. Now, the debt collectors are knocking at our door, and I’ve put my family at risk of losing everything—our home, our car, and any sense of security we had left.
I’ve tried to fix things. I’ve taken on extra shifts, sold whatever we could spare, and begged for extensions, but it’s not enough. My wife is devastated, and I’m ashamed to face my kids, knowing that my foolish choices have put them in this position.
I know I don’t deserve it, but if you could find it in your heart to help us out, even just a little, it could mean the difference between keeping a roof over our heads or losing the only place my children have ever known as home. I’m doing everything I can to turn things around, but I need a little help to get back on my feet and make things right for my family.
I can’t promise you anything in return, except that I will never make this mistake again. I’ll spend the rest of my life making it up to my family and to anyone kind enough to help us out of this hole I’ve dug. I'll even fold pre-flop.
Sincerely,
CraigT78
Pot.Is this an intervention?
The douchebag question is going to nail about half the site, though.FYP.
Don't you mean you've had him for a year & 2 weeks?His name is:
Bugsy Seigel
we have had him 1 year and a week last week
I’m also realizing that “compassionate bergs” had me suspect out of the gate…Is this an intervention?
His name is: Bugsy Seigel
Yeah, what he said....Don't you mean you've had him for a year & 2 weeks?
Or how about you've had him for a year 2 weeks ago?
Maybe you've had him for 6 months 26 weeks ago?