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Originally Posted by klove25  Cormack can you be man enough to meet me and slag me off to my face?i will give you my address you cock if not shut the fuck up. |
Tell you what (I nearly added "son" then, but my son wouldn't be such a tool), you stop me when I go wrong.
You came on to this site with 300 roulette systems that you were offering for sale.
The wheel has inbuilt house advantage and no memory. No system has yet been found that can make a lie out of that fact. (Incidentally, I have one for you - stop up the zero and the 1 with gum and bet every number but them. Guaranteed a couple of percent return on
every spin). The minute a system that beats the laws of probability appears, one of two things will happen:
(i) One individual will have found the keys to the money press and will guard it with his life.
(ii) Rather than make untrammeled millions, they will sell it to the highest bidder where any weaselly gobshite will steal a copy and take it up and pass it on as his own.
Now (ii) would be you except for the fact that
(a) the minute a system works and defies nature, no casino will ever run the game because rather than be the certain inbuilt winner that incontrovertible numbers demonstrates, the same numbers now make it an incontrovertible loser. Every spin will literally cost the house money. To stop that cost, they simply have to stop the spin. Game over. Go play cards.
(b) as you have 300 systems, this has already happened 299 times previously.
Think it through and then you'll realise who is the "cock".
Now, on to you.
(i) If it's so fucking good why are you selling?
(ii) Have you no insults other than "cock"?
(iii) Why did you single me out when every poster on here thinks you are a prize one, grade "A", ten bob arse who thinks he's clever because he has stolen 300 systems from various sources which have been proven as stone cold losers
- by history
- by all empirical evidence, but most of all
- by the simple fact that if you bet 35/1 on a 36/1 chance every time, you will lose, and this can be worked out with a pencil and a tiny bit of paper.
Like I said, any of that you find untrue, let us know. I am big on the after-dinner circuit now, so if you wish to meet, my starting fee is a minimum £2k and for that I'll talk about the Championship season of 1973 as a given, but will tailor in other elements depending on increased fee, expected time speaking and length of Q&A afterwards.
Of course, I may not be Peter Cormack and just be another poxy charlatan like some arsehole who turns up on a betting site trying to peddle some grubby second- or third-hand material to gullible fools who on here don't exist but you try because you're sick of delivering letters for a living.
What's your Betfair name, sweetheart? There are literally thousands of you over there.
Did you write these lines, btw?
He didn't know the night would end up in frustration.
He'd end up blowing all his wages for the week
Sounds about right.