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Tough Guy...Every room has one of these
Here's the tough guy in our room. He never fights, but everybody knows he's the toughest guy in the room.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Donald_Malarkey[/QUOTE]
He's a bad ass!
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Tough Guy...Every room has one of these
Woe Is Me Guy - Sob stories out the ass from his first diaper rash to his wife leaving him to his dog dying to his underwear chafing to the $5 he just lost to you. Usually goes into great detail about how hard life has been to him while you are shooting.
Life has never treated this guy fair, even though he has never had to work, has a house and a car and that pool cue you wish you had.
Lose $100 to this guy, and he will tell you about the time he lost ten thousand.
Win $20 off of him and he quits you and talks about suicide.
the guy who talks about how good he used to be before he quit for many years. im actually talking about myself but its a true story. at least thats how i remember it.haha
Inspector Gadget
This guy has all the tools except for a lathe. He carries a 6x12 case, 2 break cues, jump cue, 6 shafts for his player, including 3 LD shafts. 4 types of chalk, scuffers, powder, etc...
Cronie
A follower as opposed to a leader. one who gives respect as opposed to gets respect.
antonym: Hustla
I'm a hustla homie,
You a customer, cronie.
(Jay-Z)
Nut Hugger
N. a socially disadvantaged person who must latch, or hug onto to the nuts of one of his friends to gain acceptance in social setting.
I wish __________________ wouldn't have been home schooled because he is such a Nut Hugger when he gets around Earl.
The Drunk
Comes in at exactly the same time every day (usually around 4-5pm), sits at the exact same spot at the bar, and the bar tender already has his drink waiting as he sits down. Nobody has ever seen the guy shoot darts, put money in the juke box, play a game of pool, hell even hit a ball. But you can count on one thing, he will be back tomorrow.
(Also, he never stays past 7-8pm. He doesnt have time for all these pool players and shit. Just the drink ma'am, just the drink)
The Cue Guy
The guy that has a couple hundred cues, plays with a different cue every day, and never gets used to any of them
Thats me!
You guys are gonna love this, and I've never heard this before in a pool room anywhere in the country, but the current age group is probably the cause. I'm shooting and this fairly attractive gal with dyed bright red/orange hair is walking by the table with a guy and says, ''I gotta go home and wash my ass''. boy did we all laugh after she left................how woulda ya mom liked it if you brought her/it home
It must of been a sizeable donation because now everybody wants to move to San Antonio...:smile:
Oh yeah, this guy is EVERYWHERE. Call him the Has Been. "You shoulda seen me back then, I entered the local tournament and busted everyone week after week, they eventually banned me. I can't even hardly shoot anymore, I took 10 years off, you're not seeing my A game, this is like my Z game. My eyes just aren't there anymore, I can't see the edges of the balls, I used to bring in 500 bucks a night just hustling guys like you"
Who knows if any of it is true, but you notice in forty years of on-and-off playing, he still makes dumb choices on top of just missing balls. So you wonder if he really ever shot that well to begin with.
Here's the tough guy in our room. He never fights, but everybody knows he's the toughest guy in the room.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Donald_Malarkey
The Slut
We all know her. She has a rep for sleeping with everybody within the tri-state area that can make three balls in a row. Her own pool-playing ability is sorely lacking.
Don proved how tough he is many years ago..on D-day. [/QUOTE]He's a bad ass!
Don proved how tough he is many years ago..on D-day.
Oh yeah, this guy is EVERYWHERE. Call him the Has Been. "You shoulda seen me back then, I entered the local tournament and busted everyone week after week, they eventually banned me. I can't even hardly shoot anymore, I took 10 years off, you're not seeing my A game, this is like my Z game. My eyes just aren't there anymore, I can't see the edges of the balls, I used to bring in 500 bucks a night just hustling guys like you"
Who knows if any of it is true, but you notice in forty years of on-and-off playing, he still makes dumb choices on top of just missing balls. So you wonder if he really ever shot that well to begin with.
Might also be the 'sob story' guy mentioned elsewhere.
I'll add another:
"I Gotta Pay?!?!
He isn't to be confused with the cheapskate, he's not a nit and will gamble readily. And he'll order 50 bucks of booze too. But for some reason, paying his tab, especially the table time, makes him feel violated. No matter what the tally is, he ALWAYS acts shocked and bewildered at how expensive it is, and starts asking the counter girl a bunch of questions to get to the bottom of this mystery. "Isn't there a special today? So wait, that's per PERSON? Are you sure this check is mine? What's this MIXED DRNK $42.50 mean? I only ordered two pitchers and a few jack'n'cokes. So JUST the table time is thirty dollars?? What time did I get here? Are you sure it was 8? I thought I came in more like 9:30. Cuz my friend got here at ten or so and he came in not too long after me. Wait a minute, this adds up to 45, how are you coming up with 49? Oh, tax is that much? Mannnn. I dunno, this place is kind of a ripoff. I dunno if I can come back here."
He often borrows a few bucks, cries some more, then shows up next week to do it again.
hell, I took her home and then married her!! Gave her a Colemen Tent too