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| LBF1976 |
Posted - 11/05/2004 : 23:08:08
anyone else lose a friend over a 2 dollar game of poker??? or something related?
http://www.boardgamegeek.com/geeklist.php3?action=view&listid=1869
this site cheered me up a little =(
So about a month ago I went to my friend Jason's cabin with about 6 other people, Lance being one of them. We had a good party that ended up in a 5 player game of texas hold 'em for TWO DOLLARS and about 15 hands into the game I ripped the side of an Ace... everyone at the table called me out on it, I thought it was hilarious, and I had a back up deck, and it was for a very small amount of money, change basically.
I called Lance tonight, not having seen him since then, about a month, and he told me the fuck off... damn dude, I'm saying, you lost nothing... dude
So I called my friend tonight:
Lance doesn’t want to be my friend
A: Hey Lance, what’s up? It’s Andy.
L: Hey, what’s up? I’m just painting the ceiling in the apartment.
A: Are you doing anything else other than painting the ceiling tonight?
L: You and I are just not going to hang out anymore…
A: You and I?
L: Yeah. There’s been a couple times in my life I’ve wanted to completely annihilate you, and the card marking thing was so blatantly disrespectful-
A: Lance, I was just kidding-
L: No, shut the fuck up. We’re just not going to hang out anymore, don’t call, bye.
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| darwin |
Posted - 11/08/2004 : 12:03:14
quote:
Originally posted by Carolynanna
Seriously though, I followed that Jef until the (12,2)=66 part...
Actually it makes sense. Thanks Jef.
still seems like it shouldn't be though.
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Godfather of nothing, ancesters of none.
Black glasses and feedback took my sense of fun.
One (maybe obvious) way to think about it is that a 3 of a kind can survive 2 "bad" cards, while with a flush all of the cards have to be right. |
| n/a |
Posted - 11/08/2004 : 11:13:17
People let me down all the time, I got pretty intolerant of it though and won't put up with benig messed about...
This one year my best friend of a long time and I decided last minute to go to glastonbury, I was trying to sort out leaving uni getting my stuff packed as well as scouring e bay for tickets, I find a guy in B'ham (where my friend lives) who would sell us tickets a straight swap in hand, but it meant she's have to go into town to do it and her dad agreed to go with her. I leave the library go home and get a call saying she got a different pair of tickets from this guy and he'd post them first class to her. SO I pack my room up get it all moved over to this other house to be picked up on graduation, call my friend in Bangor who is driving down to Glasto the next day to bum a lift (my mum has loaned me the money for this, I am FLAT BROKE)
The next day I'm ready and good to go, I get a call, the tickets haven't arrived, I freaked I was like oh no no we have to be there today, it gets worse, this girl had arranged for the tickets to be sent to her other friends house in Oxford because that was where she was getting a lift from, I was like hang on, you mean I would have had to get a train to oxford to meet you? she was like well yeah... So I cancelled my lift and had to get on a train to B'ham to stay with X overnight while we wait to see if these tickets arrived the following morning, overnight she decides she doesn't want to go now anyway (too much effort) and we go to a club. In the club she wants to go on the pull, I'm not one for that and I still had (have) strong feelings for my ex, she gets really shitty with me for not wanting to man hunt, and I said to her well you know it's not my thing, next minute I'm at the bar and this guy jumps me, he's really forceful and I'm trying to shove him off and it was horrible, and she was like I can't believe you pulled after all that, I was so fucked off by this point, it wasn't pulling the fucker jumped me. We leave the club really shitty with each other. The next day and still no tickets, I offer to give her the cash for them then (while I have it) and she wasn't having any of it. Said we'd wait to see what happened with e bay mediation.
Skip forward three months, I'm living in a tiny room in hospital accomodation and for the first week ever after paying my rent I have spare cash so I go into town and buy some CD's (three --> not a lot of spare cash), I get a message on my phone from this girl, saying she'd overspent on her credit card could I give her the glasto money now. I texted her back and said I'd have to return some of the stuff I'd bought but then I still wouldn't have the full amount, I could give her half (cash) right then and the other half next week, this wasn't good enough she wanted a cheque for the full amount and I was living on my own so just couldn't give her the whole amount there and then and couldn't be certain it'd be in my account the next week because the agency I worked for were fuckers.
The next day I'm at work and there is an incident with a nurse who hates my fucking guts, she puts in an unfair complaint about me and I almost lose my job, my ex is funny with me on the phone and I'm in my little room and fucking miserable, I phone up this girl (who is supposed to be my best friend) and say oh X I've had an awful day, she's like well thas bad and everything but I don't want to talk to you, and hung up. Haven't spoken since.
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| mun chien andalusia |
Posted - 11/08/2004 : 11:12:46
i used to share a flat with this friend, he was a cool guy and all and we were good friends for the first 4 years of uni. one day i was filling the washing machine when he entered the room and started swearing and offending me because he claimed that he had told me that he needed to wash some stuff immediately. i offered to take off my laundry and let him use the damn thing but he continued talking shit about lack of respect and other rather psychedelic arguments. i got so angry that didn't speak to him at all for a month. then he changed flat and i spoke to him after a couple of years but we are not friends as we used to be. a phone call every now and then and that's about it. sometimes i wonder if my reaction was exagerated but wtf? i hate people that go off for no reason.
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| Carolynanna |
Posted - 11/08/2004 : 11:11:42
Seriously though, I followed that Jef until the (12,2)=66 part...
Actually it makes sense. Thanks Jef.
still seems like it shouldn't be though.
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Godfather of nothing, ancesters of none.
Black glasses and feedback took my sense of fun.
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| kathryn |
Posted - 11/08/2004 : 10:51:29
Sometimes relationships seem to fall apart over the most trivial bullshit. But usually it is a big deal to the person doing the "breaking up."
A longtime friend of mine had a personality transplant. She became an utter bitch -- to everyone in our group not just me. I hung in there for three years, then I told her I couldn't stand how negative she was about everything. Getting "divorced" from her was the best thing I ever did.
Maybe she wonders what triviality set me off. The rest of our friends still willingly subject themselves to her nastiness. They tell me that she remains hypercritical of them and tightly wound, and that I'm lucky to not have to deal with her little black cloud.
Plus, she never liked Frank. I played "Oh My Golly" for her when SR first came out and she literally wrinkled her nose and removed the headphones and handed me my walkman back.
 I still believe in the excellent joy of the Frank |
| Carolynanna |
Posted - 11/08/2004 : 10:36:50
Its all perfectly clear now.....
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Godfather of nothing, ancesters of none.
Black glasses and feedback took my sense of fun.
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| Jefery With One F |
Posted - 11/08/2004 : 10:34:10
From http://www.poker-gaming-zone.com/pokerodds1.htm
Flush
There are 4 suits to choose from and combination (13,5) = 1,287 ways to arrange five cards in the same suit. From 1,287 subtract 10 for the ten high cards that can lead a straight, resulting in a straight flush, leaving 1,277. Then multiply for 4 for the four suits, resulting in 5,108 ways to form a flush.
Three of a Kind
There are 13 ranks to choose from for the three of a kind and 4 ways to arrange 3 cards among the four to choose from. There are combination(12,2) = 66 ways to arrange the other two ranks to choose from for the other two cards. In each of the two ranks there are four cards to choose from. Thus the number of ways to arrange a three of a kind is 13 * 4 * 66 * 42 = 54,912.
Therefore, the chance of getting a flush is 0.196540% and for three of a kind is 2.112845%.
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| Carolynanna |
Posted - 11/08/2004 : 10:19:05
quote:
Originally posted by Carolynanna
Oh and someone tell me this,
I thought that its more diffult to get 3 of a kind than a flush.
I should be good with stats but hmmm.....
It would seem that for a flush you need 5 out of 13 possible cards out of a deck of 52 and for 3 of a kind you need 3 out of 4 possible cards out of a deck of 52. Maybe I'm just crazy but....
Oh and I guess that's all out of 7 cards, 2 + 5 flopped???
C'mon someone's gotta be a poker freak here!
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Godfather of nothing, ancesters of none.
Black glasses and feedback took my sense of fun.
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| TarTar |
Posted - 11/08/2004 : 10:18:31
I often get mad at a friend of mine for misunderstanding what I'm saying and then feeling he has to explain a really simple concept or idea to me. Like I was quoting Pavement's "Cut Your Hair": "Songs mean a lot when songs are bought, and so are you" and I said, "You know, the "and so are you" part has an almost bratty, childish feel to it. Kind of like an 'I know you are but what am I'" and he said, "No... see, what it's saying that hit songs are manufactured, and the person behind the song is basically a commodity, too." Though he didn't even say it that intelligently. But I was offended that he felt he had to explain something that was so obvious. I wasn't talking about the fucking meaning of the line, I was talking about the tone of it! FUCK! That's it, he's not my friend anymore. Just kidding. 
Inna zany combination of Wayne's Pet Youngin'! |
| Surfer Rosa |
Posted - 11/08/2004 : 10:11:00
Two of my buddies (who were best friends since they were 5 years old) didn't speak to each other for 4 years and split up their (very successful) business they had set up together because one of them said that Kurt Cobain was a loser for commiting suicide.
Life is not a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well-preserved body, but, rather to skid in sideways, thoroughly used, totally worn out and loudly proclaiming "Fuck, what a trip!" |
| Cheeseman1000 |
Posted - 11/08/2004 : 10:03:20
Nice, TarT, tres creative.
Andy, the dude sounds like a loser, and who needs real friends when you've got us?
I knee'd by best mate in the groin when we were about thirteen... I almost died with guilt when he was off sick the next day, but it turned out to be unrelated, and he forgave me, which was sweet.
"You ever seen a man say goodbye to a shoe?"
"Yes, once..." |
| TarTar |
Posted - 11/08/2004 : 09:57:15
What a cockmaster. Fuckin' dickface. Shitheaded dildo factory. That guy is no friend. You're better off w/o a fuckin' pubic nipple such as him.
Inna zany combination of Wayne's Pet Youngin'! |
| Carolynanna |
Posted - 11/08/2004 : 09:29:10
Oh and someone tell me this,
I thought that its more diffult to get 3 of a kind than a flush.
I should be good with stats but hmmm.....
It would seem that for a flush you need 5 out of 13 possible cards out of a deck of 52 and for 3 of a kind you need 3 out of 4 possible cards out of a deck of 52. Maybe I'm just crazy but....
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Godfather of nothing, ancesters of none.
Black glasses and feedback took my sense of fun.
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| Carolynanna |
Posted - 11/08/2004 : 09:20:51
Sounds like a dick but cripes I love Texas hold'em.
I must've watched it for about half a dozen hours this weekend.
I'm thinking of taking $100 to the casino to see what I can do.
My hubby and I just play for chores now, hehahaha.
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Godfather of nothing, ancesters of none.
Black glasses and feedback took my sense of fun.
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| Daisy Girl |
Posted - 11/06/2004 : 18:55:35
quote:
Originally posted by Daisy Girl
Yeah... I was writing that and then I figured it out...so strange...
It is sad and I have had my fair share of weird friendship drama... I think sometimes I attract it and can be too nice sometimes...oh well it's better than being too mean :) I hate drama but maybe in my fear of it I attract it if you know what I mean.
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| Daisy Girl |
Posted - 11/06/2004 : 18:53:28
Yeah... I was writing that and then I figured it out...so strange...
It is sad and I have had my fair share of weird friendship drama... I think sometimes I attract it and can be too nice sometimes...oh well it's better than being too mean :)
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| kathryn |
Posted - 11/06/2004 : 18:38:12
Holy monkey, DaisyGirl!
BTW, that Greg dude wished he were Dave and that's why he acted like he did. He wanted you, DaisyG, and was jealous of your thang with Dave.
I still believe in the excellent joy of the Frank |
| Daisy Girl |
Posted - 11/06/2004 : 18:02:08
I have a few of these.
Once a friend came out to visit me and we went to NYC...we had a little appitizer of spinich .... we then went to a bar to meet up with some of my friends and then grab some more dinner and head out for a night on the town. She started acting weird I think becasue she was hoping to hook up with one of my friends... she ended up drinking too much and talking to this guy at the bar and she eneded up showing him the panties she had just purchased. This is from someone the night before confessed this guy she was dating from home was "the one" and they wanted to get married. When I saw this I took her aside and was like "What are you doing? What about your commitment w/X?" She stormed out of the bar and we started arguing in the street...I was extra grouchy for not having eaten...so we are both saying bitchy things at each other... then she grabs my arm real tight... and twist my arm... hurting me...I get in the cab and was like you can hang out with that dude... I just don't want to be a part of it. Then the cab starts to take off and then she runs after it and I let her in. All the way from the village our hotel in midtown. I felt so bad for the cab driver becasue she was yelling just to yell... so when the cab got to our hotel... I ran away from her and got some sushi and let her calm down... when I got back her stuff was gone. .. she made a few psycho calls at me from the airport... but luckily I haven't seen her since. Where she grabbed me the arm.....I had three small bruises.
The other fight I had with my co-maid of honor who was a brides maid zilla...this friend was very funny and gregerious and we had shared some very fun times... but she also had the tendancy all along to be bitcy if for example I was too busy to talk to her.
Anyway...I had two best friends .... so two maids of honor. This one was like I want to help you be the wedding planner and was making all of these suggestions. Then a month or so after my engagement... she started raising all this hell that I hadn't chosen this one friend to be in the wedding party. We had best friends as kids but we had really grown apart... and only talked a few times a year... she was pissed I had chosen a friend I had gone to grad school with instead of this other friend. She was like... I think you should have chosen her as a briedesmaid. I kept holding my ground...and she kept pushing me. She even was like... ok I will back out of your wedding party so you can choose this other girl... so finally I am like ok... she can be in the wedding party and you can be the guest book attendant like you have been pressuring me to do... I just can't take this drama... because my company has announced it's going to lay people off and I just want the wedding planning to be fun... so then the co-maid of honor freaked out and started yelling at me even though I had given her what she wanted even though it was MY wedding....so it all culminated on a day when I was home from work with bronchitis... and feeling very lame... she started saying all these mean things and I am like I am so sick and I don't want to deal with this now...and she kept on saying bitchi and rude things and I yelled back at her that I never wanted to talk to her again-- and I never did.
My last story is from a longtime guy friend let's call him Greg. I actually bought my first and only Pixies bootleg when I was visiting him in the village... I knew him since sr. year in high school through this guy... let's call him dave... dave and i were friends with benefits ... of and on .... but more off than on...since i was 20 and he was 21 until I was about 28...so then one time we hooked up for the last time. The following week my friend Greg calls and is like Dave things you are a big slut...and I am like I don't want to hear this...he keeps talking and I am like ... I don't want to hear this .... I am like I have to go... I am having a party and people are coming over any minute.... so I hang up... he calls back and is like still calling me a slut... I am like this is between Dave and I and if you want to still be friends... you need to quit taking smack... and then he kept going off and then I am like... ok... I don't ever want to hear from you again.
I don't why this has happened to me so many times... but LBF i know it sucks... hope these examples help you out because you are such a cool guy. I am sorry your friend treated you this way.
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| ramona |
Posted - 11/06/2004 : 14:29:46
Andy, that guy sucks. I think you are swell and a sweetie. You know that.
Anyway, like Kathryn says, I think he has some issues and you are better off without him.
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| Broken Face |
Posted - 11/06/2004 : 06:44:21
this sounds like your friend has some sort of issue that he's resolving by taking you out of the friend equation, which is lame. if my life is any indication, things'll patch up just fine
-brian
- "I joined the Cult of Frank / And they tried to cut off my nuts and make me put on a blue jumpsuit"
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| whoreatthedoor |
Posted - 11/06/2004 : 01:33:45
I don't know if it really fits here, but it's a funny story.
I was working 5:00 to 17:00 transporting diverse stuff. It was a big physical job. I was tired when I came back home every day. There was a gig the night before and I went to work without sleeping. When I get in my room after work I threw myself upon my bed and took a nap.
After 45 minutes my brother-in-law entered in my room. He didn't know that I couldn't sleep the night before and was looking for something in my room. He tried to wake me up, pulling my blanket. I said with a sleepy voice: "Get the fuck off!" He thought I was kidding and continued the torture. I yelled: "I couldn't sleep the last night, crazy motherfucker!!!" But he was having fun and pulled off my blanket again. I was really, really mad, I would have killed him in that precise moment. I stood up and took the first thing that I could take to throw it over him. We had bad luck because the nearest object to my bed was my huge heavy old stereo. So I took it (I have a big strength with all that physical job) and launched it over him while I was screaming the most horrible things about his dead family.
After that I have no bad feelings about it, but he didn't speak a single word to me in 2 months. And I saw him every single day. My house was surrounded by an ominous atmosphere. Nobody apologized for it (No apologies possible, it was a big misunderstanding), but all get fixed after some time.
And my stereo is still working!
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| ObfuscateByWill |
Posted - 11/06/2004 : 00:37:29
Damn. Dumped.
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I nearly lost a friend over an enhanced CD.
This was back in '96 or so. I said it had some cool CD-ROM stuff on it.
He put the disc into his CD-ROM drive and it wouldn't recognize it. Guy told me I was wrong about the CD-ROM stuff.
I said I wasn't. He said I was. I said I wasn't.
It went on and on until I called him a "fat fuckin' bastard"
He literally threw me out of his house.
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Later, he decided that he was indeed a fat fuckin' bastard. All was well.
 Take a bite of the chocolate coffin. |
| Cult_Of_Frank |
Posted - 11/06/2004 : 00:35:01
Sounds like a great guy and a good friend. Nothing like a little annihilation between buds.
I don't think you've 'lost' anything.
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