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When I first started playing slots I had a $5 limit. One night that $5 kept me going until the Sun came up and I had to go to work. Not so cool. So a time limit was added. Soon the limits creeped up. Last night after several hours of ups and downs Sheryl and I quit where we started. Not bad, and it was fun.
A good gambler has to love to win more that he hates to lose. I am not a good gambler. I will settle for a happy break even any day.
Headed to Sheelds for ammo and boots. Cabela's ammo was half stocked, but the wrong half for me.
A good gambler has to love to win more that he hates to lose. I am not a good gambler. I will settle for a happy break even any day.
Headed to Sheelds for ammo and boots. Cabela's ammo was half stocked, but the wrong half for me.
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