Oh Santa Mazk you constantly amaze me. You just keep winning all over the place, and I'm always a day late and a dollar or two short placing my bets. I've got everything ass backwards. I'm all in when I should be all out. I'm holding when I should be folding. My luck really, really is bad. I was teaching an Oracle class in San Antonio today and traveling yesterday, so - NO - elf Henny missed out again on several wonderful Santa Mazk picks. WTG Santa! Wish there was some way you could determine if I was going to bet before posting. It's driving me nuts. When I'm here at my apartment, I very rarely win - just like when I was a roulette player - but that's another story. When I'm gone, your every prediction is a winner for everyone but me. Maybe I should email Delores with my travel itenerary and let her place a few bets for me. The rate I'm going, I'm going to have my bicycle repossessed - the sob's already took back my car! Now, my old home is in foreclosure and the bank calls me every day just a wonderin when they can expect their next payment. I keep telling them if I could stick around the apartment long enough, their might be another Pick 3 hit down the road. If it's a straight, I'll make TEO FREAKING payments! If it's a box hit, I'll pay the principal for one month!
OK, you are dying to know about my roulette experience. Let's just say the IRS is not after me for all of my winnings and let it go at that. When I approached the mighty roulette wheels in Las Vegas, there was normally a hush. I had all types of cards and many, many systems. They always asked me what system I was using. It really didn't matter, they all cratered. Even the pit bosses used to get a big laugh watching me die on every spin of the wheel. I'm just glad they don't show the Pick 3 drawing on television. If they did, my television would have imploded many days ago! Damn, I wish Duke played roulette! Even Emma Lou could have done better than I did. For those of you who might not know, the game of roulette is a lot simpler than Pick 3 ever thought about being. The roulette wheel here in America has just HAS 37 SLOTS or numbers. What's so hard about picking a number there? Any dufuss can do it but me. So, I decide to try Pick 3.
So now, it's like there are three roulette wheels. Each wheel has only 10 numbers. How freakin hard can that be? Well, there's just one little bitty problem. You have to hit the winning # for all three wheels. Or, put another way. You are playing one wheel that has 1,000 slots or numbers and 1 slot is a straight hit, and only 6 slots are a box hit. That's when it dawned on me, I jumped from the frying pan to the fire. Santa Mazk is the only thing keeping me hanging in there. Santa, don't you dare get sick!
Santa Mazk, you didn't tell me about your dogs. I was warming up some good ole Crispy Creme doughnuts for you on behalf of all of us senior citizen elfs here in the Great State Of Texas. I was going to suprise you, and one of your dogs just about tore my Pick 3 fingers to pieces. He wears a a sign around his neck like the rescue dogs do in the mountains for skiers. It was painfully obvious to me you care a lot about your dog. The sign reads, "Duke". I'm not sure if you named him in honor of John "The Duke" Wayne, or if that's where ole Santa attended college or what not. He's a real bird dog I tell ya. Whats with all of the "SNIFFING"? He appears to sniff to his left, pauses for a moment, then he sniffs straight ahead, then he pauses again, and sniffs to his right? He almost seems to be thinking about something rather profound. If I didn't know better, I'd say he is trying to predict something.
Your other dog is equally unique. Emma Lou. She seems hell bent on the number four for some reason. She grawled at me four times, bit me four times, and then scared the you know what right out of me by howling four times. You ought to break her of that habit. At my age, a sound like that could prove to be fatal.
At any rate Santa Mazk, I'm back home again. I'm still debating whether I should try ONCE AGAIN tomorrow(SAT Dec 16) Midday. I will probably not fall asleep until 3 or 4 in the morning worrying, debating, and thinking about all of the prospects.
I think the best system for me is to just watch.
We all love you Santa Mazk, and I know I speak for all of the senior elfs in these here parts. Keep defeating them all.
p.s. A pretty young blonde who has a winning Pick 3 strategy would be a really great Christmas gift for me this year. After all, I've been pretty good - except for paying all of my bills. My divorce has placed a little "crimp" in my spending habits. She got the gold mine, I got the shaft comes to mind. Or, she got the ring, I got the finger! Santa, I spent 34 of the best years of my life giving that woman everything she ever wanted. Now, she has a car, and I have a bicycle. What am I missing here?