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Title: Translation required Post by: The Camel on July 09, 2012, 09:53:31 PM I tried Google translate but it didn't recognise the language.
Here it is: "3b btn call a cold4 w/AKhh peel 995 w/bdfd turn Th chk/chk river Kd I c/r get called by JJ. 38k " Any help appreciated. Title: Re: Translation required Post by: DMorgan on July 09, 2012, 09:56:18 PM Wiiiiiiiii
Title: Re: Translation required Post by: AndrewT on July 09, 2012, 09:57:17 PM Calling Alex Martin.
Title: Re: Translation required Post by: rfgqqabc on July 09, 2012, 09:59:00 PM i can if your not trolling ^.^
Title: Re: Translation required Post by: kinboshi on July 09, 2012, 10:03:28 PM I tried Google translate but it didn't recognise the language. Here it is: "3b btn call a cold4 w/AKhh peel 995 w/bdfd turn Th chk/chk river Kd I c/r get called by JJ. 38k " Any help appreciated. Tikay been tweeting again? Title: Re: Translation required Post by: GreekStein on July 09, 2012, 10:39:49 PM definite trolling. easy to understand dat keefy
Title: Re: Translation required Post by: giveyourcash on July 09, 2012, 11:27:20 PM I tried Google translate but it didn't recognise the language. Here it is: "3b btn call a cold4 w/AKhh peel 995 w/bdfd turn Th chk/chk river Kd I c/r get called by JJ. 38k " Any help appreciated. The night was warm and sultry, my battle had been long and arduous, with casualties on all sides. My opponent sat across from me his pallid hulking battle scarred figure casting a deep dark shadow on the opposing wall. The first shot in however was not fired by him. A 3rd participant, neutral in the ongoing struggle and hoping to claim riches from both of us fired a salvo across our boughs. I was ready. My weaponry was top notch, an ace and a king both strong of heart, I fired back returning his impudent stroke with a shot of my own. That was when my opponent sprung in action. A 3rd shot, (fourth if you count the blind firings that began this sortie) rang out cold from across the battlefield. My weapons were strong but my opponent was claiming his own stronger still. I marshalled my forces and made a defensive move. Seemingly inconsequential happenings on the battlefield below nevertheless caused my opponent to fire again. The strength of my defences were mightily tested but they held firm. Perhaps there would be chance for a counter-attack later in the battle. I rallied, strong, as a glimmer of hope was provided by an opportune moment on the field of battle. A moment to hearten my spirits. My opponent seemed cowed and humbled and refused to fire another shot. The opportunity stalled my counter attack as I waited for the decisive moment to spring forth. Then it was there. The true king had arrived and with him my moment. Finally I felt that I had the strength to compete. My opponent fired his final shot. My response? A devastating blast across the field seemingly from nowhere, stunning him and making him question his own weaponry. He believed they could weather the attack but he was wrong. His defeat was my victory, much was accomplished on the field that day. My reserves have risen as high as 38,000 and I am preparing for inevitable future battles. Title: Re: Translation required Post by: Junior Senior on July 09, 2012, 11:30:44 PM I tried Google translate but it didn't recognise the language. Here it is: "3b btn call a cold4 w/AKhh peel 995 w/bdfd turn Th chk/chk river Kd I c/r get called by JJ. 38k " Any help appreciated. The night was warm and sultry, my battle had been long and arduous, with casualties on all sides. My opponent sat across from me his pallid hulking battle scarred figure casting a deep dark shadow on the opposing wall. The first shot in however was not fired by him. A 3rd participant, neutral in the ongoing struggle and hoping to claim riches from both of us fired a salvo across our boughs. I was ready. My weaponry was top notch, an ace and a king both strong of heart, I fired back returning his impudent stroke with a shot of my own. That was when my opponent sprung in action. A 3rd shot, (fourth if you count the blind firings that began this sortie) rang out cold from across the battlefield. My weapons were strong but my opponent was claiming his own stronger still. I marshalled my forces and made a defensive move. Seemingly inconsequential happenings on the battlefield below nevertheless caused my opponent to fire again. The strength of my defences were mightily tested but they held firm. Perhaps there would be chance for a counter-attack later in the battle. I rallied, strong, as a glimmer of hope was provided by an opportune moment on the field of battle. My opponent seemed cowed and humbled and refused to fire another shot. The opportunity stalled my counter attack as I waited for the decisive moment to spring forth. Then it was there. My moment. Finally I felt that I had the strength to compete. My opponent fired his final shot. My response? A devastating blast across the field seemingly from nowhere, stunning him and making him question his own weaponry. He believed they could weather the attack but he was wrong. His defeat was my victory, much was accomplished on the field that day. My reserves have risen as high as 38,000 and I am preparing for inevitable future battles. Beautiful prose bold soldier Title: Re: Translation required Post by: rfgqqabc on July 09, 2012, 11:33:46 PM I tried Google translate but it didn't recognise the language. Here it is: "3b btn call a cold4 w/AKhh peel 995 w/bdfd turn Th chk/chk river Kd I c/r get called by JJ. 38k " Any help appreciated. The night was warm and sultry, my battle had been long and arduous, with casualties on all sides. My opponent sat across from me his pallid hulking battle scarred figure casting a deep dark shadow on the opposing wall. The first shot in however was not fired by him. A 3rd participant, neutral in the ongoing struggle and hoping to claim riches from both of us fired a salvo across our boughs. I was ready. My weaponry was top notch, an ace and a king both strong of heart, I fired back returning his impudent stroke with a shot of my own. That was when my opponent sprung in action. A 3rd shot, (fourth if you count the blind firings that began this sortie) rang out cold from across the battlefield. My weapons were strong but my opponent was claiming his own stronger still. I marshalled my forces and made a defensive move. Seemingly inconsequential happenings on the battlefield below nevertheless caused my opponent to fire again. The strength of my defences were mightily tested but they held firm. Perhaps there would be chance for a counter-attack later in the battle. I rallied, strong, as a glimmer of hope was provided by an opportune moment on the field of battle. A moment to hearten my spirits. My opponent seemed cowed and humbled and refused to fire another shot. The opportunity stalled my counter attack as I waited for the decisive moment to spring forth. Then it was there. The true king had arrived and with him my moment. Finally I felt that I had the strength to compete. My opponent fired his final shot. My response? A devastating blast across the field seemingly from nowhere, stunning him and making him question his own weaponry. He believed they could weather the attack but he was wrong. His defeat was my victory, much was accomplished on the field that day. My reserves have risen as high as 38,000 and I am preparing for inevitable future battles. Take a bow! Title: Re: Translation required Post by: DMorgan on July 10, 2012, 12:02:43 AM I tried Google translate but it didn't recognise the language. Here it is: "3b btn call a cold4 w/AKhh peel 995 w/bdfd turn Th chk/chk river Kd I c/r get called by JJ. 38k " Any help appreciated. The night was warm and sultry, my battle had been long and arduous, with casualties on all sides. My opponent sat across from me his pallid hulking battle scarred figure casting a deep dark shadow on the opposing wall. The first shot in however was not fired by him. A 3rd participant, neutral in the ongoing struggle and hoping to claim riches from both of us fired a salvo across our boughs. I was ready. My weaponry was top notch, an ace and a king both strong of heart, I fired back returning his impudent stroke with a shot of my own. That was when my opponent sprung in action. A 3rd shot, (fourth if you count the blind firings that began this sortie) rang out cold from across the battlefield. My weapons were strong but my opponent was claiming his own stronger still. I marshalled my forces and made a defensive move. Seemingly inconsequential happenings on the battlefield below nevertheless caused my opponent to fire again. The strength of my defences were mightily tested but they held firm. Perhaps there would be chance for a counter-attack later in the battle. I rallied, strong, as a glimmer of hope was provided by an opportune moment on the field of battle. A moment to hearten my spirits. My opponent seemed cowed and humbled and refused to fire another shot. The opportunity stalled my counter attack as I waited for the decisive moment to spring forth. Then it was there. The true king had arrived and with him my moment. Finally I felt that I had the strength to compete. My opponent fired his final shot. My response? A devastating blast across the field seemingly from nowhere, stunning him and making him question his own weaponry. He believed they could weather the attack but he was wrong. His defeat was my victory, much was accomplished on the field that day. My reserves have risen as high as 38,000 and I am preparing for inevitable future battles. Nailed it wp Title: Re: Translation required Post by: tikay on July 10, 2012, 12:11:32 AM Brilliant, if only there were more like that! Title: Re: Translation required Post by: MereNovice on July 10, 2012, 08:17:36 AM Love your work.
Title: Re: Translation required Post by: JK on July 10, 2012, 08:26:22 AM One of the best iv ever seen.
Take a bow sir, and a bloody big one at that Title: Re: Translation required Post by: AlexMartin on July 10, 2012, 09:10:44 AM dunno how you can checkraise on the button, lingo must have moved on.
Title: Re: Translation required Post by: doubleup on July 10, 2012, 09:58:42 AM I tried Google translate but it didn't recognise the language. Here it is: "3b btn call a cold4 w/AKhh peel 995 w/bdfd turn Th chk/chk river Kd I c/r get called by JJ. 38k " Any help appreciated. The night was warm and sultry, my battle had been long and arduous, with casualties on all sides. My opponent sat across from me his pallid hulking battle scarred figure casting a deep dark shadow on the opposing wall. The first shot in however was not fired by him. A 3rd participant, neutral in the ongoing struggle and hoping to claim riches from both of us fired a salvo across our boughs. I was ready. My weaponry was top notch, an ace and a king both strong of heart, I fired back returning his impudent stroke with a shot of my own. That was when my opponent sprung in action. A 3rd shot, (fourth if you count the blind firings that began this sortie) rang out cold from across the battlefield. My weapons were strong but my opponent was claiming his own stronger still. I marshalled my forces and made a defensive move. Seemingly inconsequential happenings on the battlefield below nevertheless caused my opponent to fire again. The strength of my defences were mightily tested but they held firm. Perhaps there would be chance for a counter-attack later in the battle. I rallied, strong, as a glimmer of hope was provided by an opportune moment on the field of battle. A moment to hearten my spirits. My opponent seemed cowed and humbled and refused to fire another shot. The opportunity stalled my counter attack as I waited for the decisive moment to spring forth. Then it was there. The true king had arrived and with him my moment. Finally I felt that I had the strength to compete. My opponent fired his final shot. My response? A devastating blast across the field seemingly from nowhere, stunning him and making him question his own weaponry. He believed they could weather the attack but he was wrong. His defeat was my victory, much was accomplished on the field that day. My reserves have risen as high as 38,000 and I am preparing for inevitable future battles. brilliant dunno how you can checkraise on the button, lingo must have moved on. Title: Re: Translation required Post by: RED-DOG on July 10, 2012, 10:18:30 AM Post moar.
Title: Re: Translation required Post by: Dewi_cool on July 10, 2012, 12:46:46 PM bendigedig
Title: Re: Translation required Post by: MC on July 10, 2012, 12:52:29 PM The night was warm and sultry, my battle had been long and arduous, with casualties on all sides. My opponent sat across from me his pallid hulking battle scarred figure casting a deep dark shadow on the opposing wall. The first shot in however was not fired by him. A 3rd participant, neutral in the ongoing struggle and hoping to claim riches from both of us fired a salvo across our boughs. I was ready. My weaponry was top notch, an ace and a king both strong of heart, I fired back returning his impudent stroke with a shot of my own. That was when my opponent sprung in action. A 3rd shot, (fourth if you count the blind firings that began this sortie) rang out cold from across the battlefield. My weapons were strong but my opponent was claiming his own stronger still. I marshalled my forces and made a defensive move. Seemingly inconsequential happenings on the battlefield below nevertheless caused my opponent to fire again. The strength of my defences were mightily tested but they held firm. Perhaps there would be chance for a counter-attack later in the battle. I rallied, strong, as a glimmer of hope was provided by an opportune moment on the field of battle. A moment to hearten my spirits. My opponent seemed cowed and humbled and refused to fire another shot. The opportunity stalled my counter attack as I waited for the decisive moment to spring forth. Then it was there. The true king had arrived and with him my moment. Finally I felt that I had the strength to compete. My opponent fired his final shot. My response? A devastating blast across the field seemingly from nowhere, stunning him and making him question his own weaponry. He believed they could weather the attack but he was wrong. His defeat was my victory, much was accomplished on the field that day. My reserves have risen as high as 38,000 and I am preparing for inevitable future battles. <3 Title: Re: Translation required Post by: RedFox on July 10, 2012, 02:12:56 PM love that
Title: Re: Translation required Post by: jackinbeat on July 10, 2012, 04:03:04 PM Poker theory books needs more of your writing skills. WP.
Title: Re: Translation required Post by: The Camel on July 10, 2012, 06:12:25 PM I tried Google translate but it didn't recognise the language. Here it is: "3b btn call a cold4 w/AKhh peel 995 w/bdfd turn Th chk/chk river Kd I c/r get called by JJ. 38k " Any help appreciated. The night was warm and sultry, my battle had been long and arduous, with casualties on all sides. My opponent sat across from me his pallid hulking battle scarred figure casting a deep dark shadow on the opposing wall. The first shot in however was not fired by him. A 3rd participant, neutral in the ongoing struggle and hoping to claim riches from both of us fired a salvo across our boughs. I was ready. My weaponry was top notch, an ace and a king both strong of heart, I fired back returning his impudent stroke with a shot of my own. That was when my opponent sprung in action. A 3rd shot, (fourth if you count the blind firings that began this sortie) rang out cold from across the battlefield. My weapons were strong but my opponent was claiming his own stronger still. I marshalled my forces and made a defensive move. Seemingly inconsequential happenings on the battlefield below nevertheless caused my opponent to fire again. The strength of my defences were mightily tested but they held firm. Perhaps there would be chance for a counter-attack later in the battle. I rallied, strong, as a glimmer of hope was provided by an opportune moment on the field of battle. A moment to hearten my spirits. My opponent seemed cowed and humbled and refused to fire another shot. The opportunity stalled my counter attack as I waited for the decisive moment to spring forth. Then it was there. The true king had arrived and with him my moment. Finally I felt that I had the strength to compete. My opponent fired his final shot. My response? A devastating blast across the field seemingly from nowhere, stunning him and making him question his own weaponry. He believed they could weather the attack but he was wrong. His defeat was my victory, much was accomplished on the field that day. My reserves have risen as high as 38,000 and I am preparing for inevitable future battles. Thanks. Title: Re: Translation required Post by: JK on July 10, 2012, 07:27:54 PM dunno how you can checkraise on the button, lingo must have moved on. Cold 4d a btn 3b, we are 4b'er not 3b |