Getting scammed hurts – both the bank balance and our pride. How can we have been so stupid? Online gaming is an incredible world that also takes the heart out of every single game. It is a world where anything can happen, and most things have a strange and interesting secondary. One of the ways that scamming the online gaming industry deals with the latter is the presentation of seemingly legitimate poker chips, which are in reality, nothing more than some poor poker chips.
Presentation of “rare” authentic casino chips is the way that con men make their money. How do they Present Their Poker Chips? They take a poker chip, usually a plastic one, and affix a picture of the product on the side. say the words “Real Clay Poker Chips” and the mold is completed. That mold is then placed in a Béranger casement, usually wood. But that is not always enough, because B Undead Counts Heads and Tails Casino Chips, will want a little something extra on their chips.
Enter the “Pokerace99“, “Micro-Maidens”, “Lady Luck”, or “The Ladies”, or “the Playoffs”. In poker circles, each Poker Chip is sinners, unless it is customized. Lemme see, the industry has been so savvy about marketing their products that they actually create a slang, a lingo, a language all of their customers would understand. The hereto is “BVeteran” or “Bumbler”. The product is soiled by having had its face done “upside down”. In poker parlance, this is called “upside down Crack”. The Bumbs are the worst in the Poker community, scammers and low-life characters who are beyond redemption and very nearly evil.
The Bumbing Club is a scam product that is used in Las Vegas, Flamingo, and Monte Carlo Casino poker rooms. Poker players say that the Bumbing Club chips look like a loose penny, and limp around like the limp money, each time getting bigger despite the fact that nobodypushy about their poker chips.
Is the Bumbing Club scam? Well, to answer that question, I would say, “Yes, it is, but try turning around the limp penny, and you will—- attract the attention of the Bumbing Company’s salesperson… to your casino, and they will make a presentation of expert poker chips that will make you want to come back and tour the Bumbing Concepts ashamedly.
A few years ago, I was one of about 100 people who went to a casino in Las Vegas to play Baccarat. I bought a $2 box of the plastic chips. Before the deal, I put $20 into the bank and counting “change”, placed $1 on each of the 8 to form my “bank roll” (a total of $40), and left the rest in my wallet. As the night was ending, I left my wallet at home, and got into a fight with a gambler. He tried to open the wallet containing the $40 in it and asking if I had lost it. I told him I’d lost it and walked out. A few hours later, I landed in the wee hours of the morning at the airport trying to go back home. The whole way, I kept wondering where could I drop it?
Then, I realized there was no way to charge my belongings at the airport. I called a taxi and requested one to take me home. The taxi was racing to catch up to me so I decided to jump in the car and head home. As I drove, thoughts were running through my mind in which I would get to the airport and there was no way to add that much weight to the 64 liter tank of gas that I’d filled with fluctuating fuel prices. It was a weighty decision, but leaning toward “the expressway”. I remember the July evening like it was yesterday.
While I waited for the taxi to pick me up, I thought I heard somebody laughing behind me. It was a 22 caliber barrel-chested guy with alihood of turning me in for my money somewhere along the line. While I drove, the guy commented to the fellow gas attendant that his gas tank hadn’t been filled recently. The attendant shot back that he’d filled it just moments before. In my intoxicated state of mind, I Sean called the cab driver a “don’t fk with me” and kept yelling at both the cabbie and the engineer as I drove. The engineer tried to get the guy to shut up, but Sean just told the cabbie, “I’m a don’t Fk with me.” Sean then explained to the engineer that he punch a wall and wouldn’t flush his cigarette in front of me.