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[Anonymous]

Where is a casino story as promised PP?

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:Where is a casino story as promised PP?

Sorry, prepping to feed 21 tomorrow.
Ill get on it tomorrow when the house clears out.

[Anonymous]

In 2005 ish I was at a CVS and I had to poop so bad I was sweating. I made it to the bathrooms and both doors were locked with no sign. I waited for maybe two minutes and banged on the doors but no one answered. I paniced and went to a corner by the passport picture area and pooped on the floor behind the screen and ran out.

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:

Anonymous wrote:

Anonymous wrote:My father wears sneakers in the pool.

I helped Alec Baldwin change a tire in 1990 and he thanked me by shoving an eight ball of cocaine in my shirt pocket.

I intentionally sunk a boat on the Connecticut side of the Long Island sound.

I gave Dee Snyder the finger when he was in the dairy barn drive-through buying eggnog and a 2 L bottle of Pepsi.

I was paid $2000 to check into the Tropicana in Atlantic City under a different name to intentionally lose $3000 (took 30 minutes), ate a steak in my room and checked out the next morning at someone’s request.

I’ve only slept with one woman in my entire life, I’m handsome, charming and tall, we’ve been married for 25 years and she still doesn’t believe me that she’s the only one.

I was abused as a child by a man that lived across the street, his wife caught him but instead of comforting me or calling the police she hooked her finger inside my ear, twisted it really hard and said that if I told anybody she would tell our landlord to throw me and my mother out on the street. I never told anyone and it went on for probably another six months.

This was fun, I feel better, thanks!

I'm sorry about the monsters across the street. But I want to know the rest of the boat-sinking story!

The summer I graduated from high school an old man that I used to do odd jobs for gave me the boat that was tied up at the dock behind his house.
The boat was an early 70s 55 foot Bertram cabin cruiser, it had one working engine out of two and went through a battery every week because it took on water so bad that the bilge pump never stopped running. My friends and I used it as a floating clubhouse in the middle of the harbor where it sat on a mooring, we would row out to it, drink, party and then head back to shore when we were done. The boat was like a tree fort that floated and had burnt orange crushed velour interior, two bedrooms and bunks for six a bathroom of the shower that didn’t work and sort of a powder room that also didn’t work.

I was 17 years old and completely broke, me and my friends would go out and swim, fish, girls would sunbathe and we would spend hours laughing our asses off. Eventually I ran out of money for batteries so every couple days we had to go out and manually drain the boat with these things that look like big bicycle pumps, I’d remove the hatch in the floor, get down into about 2 feet of water, run the hose out a portal and just pump for hours, we’d rotate on and off, smoke cigarettes, drink beer and laugh.

The boat was not registered or insured. The summer of fun came to an end when I went to visit my dad for a week, the final mandatory one week in the summer divorce settlement visitation thing.
While I was gone none of my dirtbag friends pumped out the boat, it essentially sunk down to the rail and when I got home from my father‘s there was a orange notice regarding a derelict vessel that the harbormaster had left at my house, my mother didn’t know about the Boat was stressed out of her mind just from life, looked at me and said so unbelievably coldly “this needs to be resolved in 24 hours“ it’s been like 30 years and I never saw that type of look before or ever again since that day.

The notice said that I would be charged $500 a day for blocking a waterway with a whole bunch of other codes and scary looking stuff. I didn’t have the money to haul the boat out of the water, I didn’t have the money to fix the boat, insure it or register it. So the same friends that couldn’t be bothered to pump out the boat while I was gone and I came up with a plan to take it out of the harbor to the middle of the sound where we thought it was probably the deepest, knock a hole in the bottom of it and sink it.
I came home to the notice on Saturday and on Sunday we pumped the boat out while standing in chest high water with the cushions floating all over, that night around 10 we used my friend’s dad‘s boat to tow it out of the harbor, I stayed on board and once we thought we were in deep water I went down below with an axe and knocked two big holes in the bottom, the water was up to my waist by the time I got the second hole in, I stepped off the rail at the stern onto my friends boat and within about 90 seconds it was gone forever.

I laughed so hard writing this, thank you for asking!

This is hilarious! (Ex-Navy officer and USNA grad, and boater, fwiw)

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:I loathe the names Chloe, Zoe, etc. Haaaaate them.

What is the etc . . . here? I can not think of another -oe name with pronunciation.

[Anonymous]

I’ve seen some of these stories on DCUM before so I’ll reshare mine. For several years I was an online adult performer but never showed my full face. You can still find videos of me around. Never told anyone and I don’t think anyone knows it’s me.

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:I’ve seen some of these stories on DCUM before so I’ll reshare mine. For several years I was an online adult performer but never showed my full face. You can still find videos of me around. Never told anyone and I don’t think anyone knows it’s me.

Please post your online name so we can find your videos.

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:Where is a casino story as promised PP?

Atlantic City part 1
This is taking up way more space than I thought it would.


1992, I’m 19 working at a boatyard during the day and going to school at night. I’d mostly help haul boats out for maintenance, when the boats came out the bottoms were fouled with barnacles, sea squirts and algae the hitchhikers would knock a couple miles per hour off top speed and cause way higher fuel burn. The boats were coming out for mechanical or electrical repairs so it made sense to clean the hulls when the opportunity was there. I’d take a steel blade scraper on a 4’ wooden handle and my job was to scrape all this crap off, barnacles would burst, squirts would do their thing and when the hull was clean I’d be covered in mashed sea life- like you opened a thousand oysters with a baseball bat, it sprayed everywhere.

In addition to maintenance and repair the marina provided a launch service, the harbor was tight so there wasn’t room to tie up many boats on the dock but you could keep your boat on a mooring in the harbor and from six am to midnight seven days a week there was a launch available to take you and your friends out your boat and then bring you back to shore when you were done.

In between scraping and cleaning my job was to run people out with a pontoon boat that had seating on three sides. I’d help them onto their vessels with coolers, steady shaky guests as they crossed onto the owners boats, once they were all on their boat I’d leave them to their day of drinking, fishing and sailing around. Most would come back before dark, once they were tied off to the mooring they’d give three short blasts on the horn or would call me on VHF. When it was time to pick them up they’d be sunburnt, drunk, sometimes bleeding from foreheads and I’d reverse the process and bring them back to the dock, help them offload and if they were in really rough shape I’d carry all I could back up to the parking lot to load their casualties and coolers into the car. Tips were appreciated but not necessary and usually consisted of warm beers that they could no longer stand the sight of. During the week it was pretty quiet but the weekends were busy and I worked every other till midnight.

The customer that asked me to go to Atlantic City owned a few restaurants, one of them turned into a club at night and didn't check ID if you were dressed well, I was a frequent customer but I didn’t know him from there. I’d take him out to his boat maybe once during the week and once on the weekend, his was a 65’ ketch and most times he’d take it out by himself, three sails to manage by one person seemed crazy but he always came back happy. A few times he asked for help and I’d tie the launch off to his boat to help him set up a spinnaker, it’s a sail that’s made from much thinner material than normal and only used when the wind is really light, spinnakers are gigantic- like completely cover a townhouse huge. We’d work together to get it all clipped in, I’d crumple it up at the bow and bear hug to compress it, tie up with a rope so he could let it go when out of the harbor.

I got to know him over about nine months, sometimes he would come down to check on his boat and we’d talk, he was great with a story, an easy laugh and he remembered every single thing I told him no matter how small the detail. I had another job in addition to the marina and going to school, I think he was sort of impressed by it because every time he’d see me he would say this nickname he gave me along with “don’t stay in bed unless you make money in bed, go get em kid!”. There was a storm Saturday and he came down to check on his boat on Sunday morning, we got to talking and I told him about how I lost nearly all my weeks pay gambling with my friends the night before. He said, "if you’re up to it would you mind taking a ride down to Atlantic City for me?”. I told him I had work and school all week but I could go next Saturday, I figured he needed me to pick up a boat part or something.

The following Friday I went to his house, it was beautiful inside and it sat up on a hill overlooking the sound. There was a woman cooking who didn’t even look up at me, he led me to his living room which looked out at the water and sat right next to me which felt weird because there was like 20’ of couch, there was a resin coffee table with a nautical star in it.
He handed me an envelope and told me to open it, it was all $100’s. I slid the bills out and counted them into piles of a thousand.
“Five thousand,” I said when I was done.

“Take two and put it in your pocket, put the other three back in the envelope.”
I did what he said.
“What’s in your pocket is yours, but you’re gonna spend what’s in the envelope exactly how I tell you.”

“Listen to me” He leaned forward and was really serious.

“You need to be at the front desk of the Tropicana Saturday between five and six. You can only check in with the Spanish girl, if she’s not there you wait. You might have to jump out of line, I don’t care. Only the Spanish girl, just her.” (I realize this sounds racist now but its what he said)

He handed me a second thinner envelope.

“Give her this when you check in.” I nodded and tried to seem cool but I was so exited I couldn’t stop smiling.

“Go up to the room, listen to me, relax for half an hour. Then go down to the blackjack twenty-five-dollar tables, sit at the end, when you’re losing, put out a hundred a hand, when you’ve got about a thousand left, take the other thousand and play roulette until it’s gone”.

“When you’re done, go back to your room, order a steak with French fries and a double Tullamore Dew neat with a separate glass of ice and do not leave until the morning.” "Just leave, no breakfast, just get your car from valet and leave".

He looked me dead in the eye for all the instructions and it felt like I was already in trouble, like my mother discovering the vodka that was 90% water.

“This might not seem like it, but it’s a job and I need you to do it exactly and only how I say.”

"This is just you going to AC, no Betty no Veronica, only you, you understand?”

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:

Anonymous wrote:

Anonymous wrote:

Anonymous wrote:

Anonymous wrote:I’m on a glp-1 and absolutely no one knows. I’ve lost 30 lbs and tell ppl it’s been 20 and that I just stopped drinking.
I hide my needles in my closet and dispose of them during garbage day when my husband is at work.
I hide the “stuff” in our fridge in the garage in a bag my husband will never open.

30 pounds is a lot! Do you feel amazing? How long did it take? Did your metabolism change or do you just not eat and if it’s the latter hasn’t anyone noticed?

I feel great. No desire to eat much but enough. Took about 6 months. I took it very slow.
I did stop drinking. I was recently diagnosed with an inflammatory disease and not drinking needed to happen anyway. And that’s what I tell ppl.

THere shouldn't be shame at all in either, but I would rather the people in my life know I was on a GLP -1 than assume, as I would listening, that I was an alcoholic and now recovered.
In other words, I'd assume you were a drunk for most of the time i knew you (because apparently you drank A LOT) and that you had just recently decide to get sober. I'd be watching you for relapse

Omg I wasn’t a drunk. I had two every day, or less.

You know that. But the point is you are losing the amount of weight that would correspond to someone who stopped drinking much more than 1 or 2 drinks per day. And worse, if you end up stopping the GLP-1 for any reason and gain the weight back, they will assume you fell off the wagon and started drinking again!

If I was going to lie, I would probably just say I cut way back on sugar and flour (carbs).

[Anonymous]

When I was married, I fooled around with my wife's younger sister several times. No sex but a lot of kissing and touching. She wanted more a few times when she was drunk but I couldn't go there. Not because of moral reasons but because I knew she only did it because of some sibling rivalry, not because she wanted me so much. And I knew that would blow up in my face some time whenever she decided to pull that trigger.

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:I’m on a glp-1 and absolutely no one knows. I’ve lost 30 lbs and tell ppl it’s been 20 and that I just stopped drinking.
I hide my needles in my closet and dispose of them during garbage day when my husband is at work.
I hide the “stuff” in our fridge in the garage in a bag my husband will never open.

Same here. I've lost over 40 pounds and it's nobody's business about my health or drugs I take. Same for my daily Cialis. I took the shots for 6 months and my appetite came raging back when I finished so I gained back 20 pounds. I'm back on it again and I'll stay on it as long as needed this time or figure out how to maintain a healthy weight once this prescription runs out.

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:

Anonymous wrote:I’m on a glp-1 and absolutely no one knows. I’ve lost 30 lbs and tell ppl it’s been 20 and that I just stopped drinking.
I hide my needles in my closet and dispose of them during garbage day when my husband is at work.
I hide the “stuff” in our fridge in the garage in a bag my husband will never open.

Same here. I've lost over 40 pounds and it's nobody's business about my health or drugs I take. Same for my daily Cialis. I took the shots for 6 months and my appetite came raging back when I finished so I gained back 20 pounds. I'm back on it again and I'll stay on it as long as needed this time or figure out how to maintain a healthy weight once this prescription runs out.

Right? And I don’t care who thinks they know, I’m simply not talking about it.

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:In 2005 ish I was at a CVS and I had to poop so bad I was sweating. I made it to the bathrooms and both doors were locked with no sign. I waited for maybe two minutes and banged on the doors but no one answered. I paniced and went to a corner by the passport picture area and pooped on the floor behind the screen and ran out.

U could have run to the aisle selling diapers and gotten a 'depends', put it on in the passport section and pooped in it instead? In the moment you prob didn't think you had enough time to do that tho

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:

Anonymous wrote:I loathe the names Chloe, Zoe, etc. Haaaaate them.

What is the etc . . . here? I can not think of another -oe name with pronunciation.

Bo-e. Joey.
-DP

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:

Anonymous wrote:Where is a casino story as promised PP?

Atlantic City part 1
This is taking up way more space than I thought it would.


1992, I’m 19 working at a boatyard during the day and going to school at night. I’d mostly help haul boats out for maintenance, when the boats came out the bottoms were fouled with barnacles, sea squirts and algae the hitchhikers would knock a couple miles per hour off top speed and cause way higher fuel burn. The boats were coming out for mechanical or electrical repairs so it made sense to clean the hulls when the opportunity was there. I’d take a steel blade scraper on a 4’ wooden handle and my job was to scrape all this crap off, barnacles would burst, squirts would do their thing and when the hull was clean I’d be covered in mashed sea life- like you opened a thousand oysters with a baseball bat, it sprayed everywhere.

In addition to maintenance and repair the marina provided a launch service, the harbor was tight so there wasn’t room to tie up many boats on the dock but you could keep your boat on a mooring in the harbor and from six am to midnight seven days a week there was a launch available to take you and your friends out your boat and then bring you back to shore when you were done.

In between scraping and cleaning my job was to run people out with a pontoon boat that had seating on three sides. I’d help them onto their vessels with coolers, steady shaky guests as they crossed onto the owners boats, once they were all on their boat I’d leave them to their day of drinking, fishing and sailing around. Most would come back before dark, once they were tied off to the mooring they’d give three short blasts on the horn or would call me on VHF. When it was time to pick them up they’d be sunburnt, drunk, sometimes bleeding from foreheads and I’d reverse the process and bring them back to the dock, help them offload and if they were in really rough shape I’d carry all I could back up to the parking lot to load their casualties and coolers into the car. Tips were appreciated but not necessary and usually consisted of warm beers that they could no longer stand the sight of. During the week it was pretty quiet but the weekends were busy and I worked every other till midnight.

The customer that asked me to go to Atlantic City owned a few restaurants, one of them turned into a club at night and didn't check ID if you were dressed well, I was a frequent customer but I didn’t know him from there. I’d take him out to his boat maybe once during the week and once on the weekend, his was a 65’ ketch and most times he’d take it out by himself, three sails to manage by one person seemed crazy but he always came back happy. A few times he asked for help and I’d tie the launch off to his boat to help him set up a spinnaker, it’s a sail that’s made from much thinner material than normal and only used when the wind is really light, spinnakers are gigantic- like completely cover a townhouse huge. We’d work together to get it all clipped in, I’d crumple it up at the bow and bear hug to compress it, tie up with a rope so he could let it go when out of the harbor.

I got to know him over about nine months, sometimes he would come down to check on his boat and we’d talk, he was great with a story, an easy laugh and he remembered every single thing I told him no matter how small the detail. I had another job in addition to the marina and going to school, I think he was sort of impressed by it because every time he’d see me he would say this nickname he gave me along with “don’t stay in bed unless you make money in bed, go get em kid!”. There was a storm Saturday and he came down to check on his boat on Sunday morning, we got to talking and I told him about how I lost nearly all my weeks pay gambling with my friends the night before. He said, "if you’re up to it would you mind taking a ride down to Atlantic City for me?”. I told him I had work and school all week but I could go next Saturday, I figured he needed me to pick up a boat part or something.

The following Friday I went to his house, it was beautiful inside and it sat up on a hill overlooking the sound. There was a woman cooking who didn’t even look up at me, he led me to his living room which looked out at the water and sat right next to me which felt weird because there was like 20’ of couch, there was a resin coffee table with a nautical star in it.
He handed me an envelope and told me to open it, it was all $100’s. I slid the bills out and counted them into piles of a thousand.
“Five thousand,” I said when I was done.

“Take two and put it in your pocket, put the other three back in the envelope.”
I did what he said.
“What’s in your pocket is yours, but you’re gonna spend what’s in the envelope exactly how I tell you.”

“Listen to me” He leaned forward and was really serious.

“You need to be at the front desk of the Tropicana Saturday between five and six. You can only check in with the Spanish girl, if she’s not there you wait. You might have to jump out of line, I don’t care. Only the Spanish girl, just her.” (I realize this sounds racist now but its what he said)

He handed me a second thinner envelope.

“Give her this when you check in.” I nodded and tried to seem cool but I was so exited I couldn’t stop smiling.

“Go up to the room, listen to me, relax for half an hour. Then go down to the blackjack twenty-five-dollar tables, sit at the end, when you’re losing, put out a hundred a hand, when you’ve got about a thousand left, take the other thousand and play roulette until it’s gone”.

“When you’re done, go back to your room, order a steak with French fries and a double Tullamore Dew neat with a separate glass of ice and do not leave until the morning.” "Just leave, no breakfast, just get your car from valet and leave".

He looked me dead in the eye for all the instructions and it felt like I was already in trouble, like my mother discovering the vodka that was 90% water.

“This might not seem like it, but it’s a job and I need you to do it exactly and only how I say.”

"This is just you going to AC, no Betty no Veronica, only you, you understand?”

So what the H happened?