Do you ever look at old pictures of the Roman Coliseum and think, "Wow, those people were really fucked up. How could they have sat there and cheered while some poor guy got his head ripped off by a lion?"I sit here with 100% confidence and say, it couldnāt have happened without sports betting (and copious amounts of alcohol).Putting $25 on a UFC fight will turn the sentiment from "I hope they both make it out of here OK," into "Kill him, rip his head off, and kill his family."TRY IT
Sports gambling is hot rn. If u plan on lighting your money on fire at least use a free odds board and maybe act like you know a thing or two about the market before settling on a 20 team parlay.
When they say ābet 5 get 150,ā they kind of mean it. they give you 150 in bonus bets, which arenāt withdrawable. but if you bet those in both sides of the same game, you can consistently get about $70 back, which is withdrawable. iāve done this about 5 times with different sportsbooks and made $300-400 in free money
People donāt public drink in NYC because theyāre afraid of tickets. āOH NOOO! I might get a $25 ticket!!!ā Bro what? Iād rather pay 25 bucks for drinking a tall boy and people watching at a park then spend $30 on a shitty espresso martini from any number of New Yorkās sardine can bars. Stella in a Brown bag, people watching, cigarettes, talking with your best buds, and vitamin D.
A general rule of life is that whatever is regarded as gaudy, and douchey is probably really fun and awesome. (Ex: fast loud cars, midtown Manhattan clubs, extremely expensive cocktails.)The Hamptons is a short 2 hour drive, or ride on the Hampton Jitney from the city. Get some friends together, rent an Airbnb, and make the trip.So why donāt my contemporaries make the trip? Mostly to keep up appearances amongst their lib friend groups that no, they donāt enjoy sitting on the beach and sipping wine, they prefer sitting adjacent to the currently jerking off homeless guy in quote-on-quote Dimes Square. And no, they donāt enjoy linens and kitten heels, and no they donāt like oysters, and no they donāt enjoy bonfires, used book stores, sex on the beach, pretending to be rich, renting convertibles, overpriced cocktails, and drunkenly stumbling through cobblestone streets.NO!? You donāt like that stuff? Go get lobotomized because youāre obviously a violent threat to society.But if you doāplease make the trip out to the Hamptons during the dog days of summer. DO IT. Let your annoying friends rot in the pisshole that is dimes square. Go have fun.
Renaissance fairs cost like $40 for admission. With that you get to spend all day with your buddies walking around a sort of ratchet medieval town. A mix of disney, Pirates of the Caribbean, and a nice dose of traveling methhead carny. I went to one a few weeks ago 40 minutes outside of LA. A couple beers on the drive over, a buzzball in the parking lot and some shooters in your pockets to avoid the taxed prices of drinks inside and youāre good to go. Have so much fun.