He means he's got dese sik moves in his locker dat go over da headz of dese fools. So he counts using dese moves as his A+ game, but recognises dat dey is inappropriate here.
I know what he means, even though its obv an odd way of phrasing it. Hence why I've gone for the gangsta lingo.
shouldn't you be shagging this time of night?
he's a posh boy... he's done in a few minutes.
can play a piano for hours... but a lady? oooh thats about 3 minutes!
Yeah Alex, I know dem sik movez ez 4 da streeet gamz.
I managed to get into a nice little hole early and slowly dig my way out of it with a couple of small set backs.. (mainly having (a good hand pre = put money in) then giveup when it becomes air 6 way and someone leads)
I got out to a nice +$173 win which isn't bad for 4 hours. I had a couple of annoying spots, one where someone peels 84o pre, then cjams a tiny stack on 889cc. I called getting 4-1 or something and bricked my 'outs' (had an over).
But much more exciting than any of the poker tonight was that I tried some new things in the game, and they seemed to work. And then on the way home, one of my 'new friends' offerred a lift and we got stopped by the police.
This is the second time in this trip I've been involved in a stop, last time we accidentally went down a one way street - understandable.
This time they just stopped us because we were stopped to get fags from a street guy and they wanted 'to make sure everything was ok'. So the guy I was with showed the relevant documents, vehicle stuff... his personal docs etc... then they ask for mine.
I only have my driving license as I don't have to carry my passport and I'm not a fan of doing so.... the Police latched onto this immediately ofc and now start talking about how I'll have to go with them in their car, I'll have to go down to the station.. even though my hotel is less than 1km away and I'm happy to show them the passport.
(they're just trying to get a little 'go away' money!)
I let the guy talk to them and they're all going on in the local lingo, I have no idea what is going on except for every 30 seconds or so, hearing "diplomatique?"; the hotel name and then "passseportaa".
It keeps going on and he asks me if I can call someone to bring it to me, I can't. I then offer to call the guy from work, who knows the police heirachy and the boys don't like hearing this... they panic a little, get a little angry and then insist i come with them.
We refuse and I listen to another 10 minutes of nice pleading followed by the same three words spread out among a faceful of "just a few xxxx will sort it all out".
Eventually I get fed up and call the guy from work... he's sleeping but wakes up and says no problem John. Given 2 minutes and a lot of face curling from the police... and they hand me my license back, shrug a little at each other and then slink off.
UL boys!
Turns out we have connections to all the levels of management, esp the regular night shift guys and if need be have supposedly had to call in senior officers before. It never ends well for the ambitious PC, but this time they gave up before it went too far.
Now home and buzzing a little, which is why I'm typing this now.. I was nackered when I left the Casino. Just shows what a little action and bribery will do at 1am.
nn all.
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