I am no longer owned by taxes. (plus a vegas story.)
Current mood: happy
Taxes are done. Although I still have to send out the check, all the hard work has come to a close. Gambling tax law is a complete pain not to mention that I suck at math.
HR Block fixed my previous return and saved me probably a thousand dollars on '05. Thanks guys, I appreicate it. They also set up an estimated payment plan for this year. The first payment is due April 17th. I don't particular like the idea of a payment plan but I will avoid penalties this way.
I also purchased the HR Block audit protection insurance. It was $30 and basically covered $5000 in extra tax plus a lawyer. Now for you poker whizzes..that's actually pretty ugly pot odds. Pay $30 to win $5000 when my chance of getting audited is about 1 in 696. I'd have to make $20k just to break even in the long run.
Oh well, peace of mind gives me a few more outs. (wow that was lame!)
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A vegas story:
All of us decided to hit up a strip club that I could actually see from my window at Treasure Island. I can't remember the name of it, but for my viewer's sake, we'll call it "Kenny's House of Unfufilled Dreams." Everyone was there: Kennyg, Briachek and his 2 friends (Tom and Nelson), Suhleafs, and MVP.
So we all get there and walk in the door. It was a pretty high admission charge but hey, naked women were waiting for me. A man in a suit comes up to us and asks if we would like to get the "VIP deal." The VIP deal consists of us getting an incredible booth with free, horrible nonacholic champagne. The whole thing was $100. Somehow (and to this day we don't know who) accepted the deal. UGH!
When I say this booth was incredible, I mean incredible as in super ripoff from hell. There was no point. The booth was far away from the action and uncomfortable. Lousy start to my trip in paradise.
Anyway, I go up to the stage and start throwing dollar bills everywhere. Finally some chicks come up to me and beg me for a dance. I happily oblige. She takes me back to the private area where you lay down as she does her thing. I was comfortable. They had no idea what was coming to them.
Just think of piles and piles of money being donated to hot girls dancing naked. My bankroll falling from the sky and caressing there gunshot wounded bodies, comforting their souls (crap wait..strippers don't have souls.)
So after about a half hour with the first dancer and god knows how long for the second, the girls start to realize something is up. A dream man is in the house. That man is kennyg. Who needs a bankroll anyway?
While all of this wonderful erotic dancing goes on, a strange thing happen. I didn't witness this but heard all about it from my cohorts. Brian's friend Tom (real nice guy) was sitting calmly talking to MVP and Brian. He didn't want to get any dances because he loves his gf and all that fun stuff. I'm fine with that. But the crazy strippers had other ideas.
As he was conversating, all of a sudden a hot stripper starts rubbing all over him. He takes this in stride. Then all of a sudden, she pulls up the table, lays on it and proceeds to rub her love fountain all up on his grill (by grill i mean face.) Poor Tom is taken aback!
He quickly grabs two dollars from his wallet and while the girl is doing her slut dance, he stands up and throws the bills onto her chest. He walks away as she continues her dance. He does it in such a way to make sure the girl knows shes a whore! But wait, there's more! Tom realizes he took out two dollars instead of one and in a hurried responce tries to get his dollar back. Afterall, he rightfully earned that dollar. The whore girl without a soul only deserves one. Alas, it was too late. He could not get his dollar back.
This is so hilarous if you know Tom. He's one of the nicest guys you'll ever meet, and the way MVP describes him throwing the dollar bills onto the girl harshly, then trying to reclaim them is utter comedic genius.
But back to the main character now, the man you all know as kennyg. Apparently as I was getting dancing from some girls (i will never forget you hot russian looking chick), other girls were asking the BTP crowd for me by name. I had become a popular fellow.
At the end of the night... (I stayed after by myself since they wanted to go to binions) I ended up getting a taxi back to Treasure Island. At the close of it all, I think I was down $600 to various women.
Then I saw HER at the bar on my way back to the room........ sorry fellas, another story for another time.
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Poker is still going great. I've been on a semi-losing streak but that's ok. I had a good night tonight. I didn't play my best but I came out in the postive. I need to reevaluate my play with pocket pairs. If my winrate stays where it is as 30k hands, I will have a certain anouncement to make. I'm sure a lot of you know what that means!
Good luck everybody!