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gmillioni

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my name is regina, im heartbroken. my story is a long one, going back to 1926. i was born into the brunswick family and like a slave they sold me off to a rich family who stored me in their mansion only to be ravaged by menfolk who thought nothing of laying on me for hours at a time. they burned me with their cigarettes, kicked at me in their madness, and abused me in many ways that only a man can. my beauty lasted though even through thier rough punishment. eventually i was resold to another family one with even less respect for my clothing and fine lines. drinks were spilled on me, curses flew around like hens in a chicken coup, and little attention was ever paid me other than when the men wanted something to lay on which appealed to their own desire. a few years later i went commercial. from a debutante to a harlot i ended up on the streets of chicago taken on by pimp who sold me by the hour to whoever would pay. a never ending line of humanity played me, boys, men, women. they all thought more of themselves then me. still my lines retained the beauty of my birth, the solidness of my foundation kept me on the level, and never once did i ever embarrass those who used me for their own desires. i always gave them the best i had to offer. now im alone, 85 years old, no retirement plan, no home of my own, but taken in by gerald. a good elderly man who thinks of me as the debutante i once was. he means well. he promised me that he'd have a doctor, the best in the country, to come take care of me. i was so happy for gerald in that his friends and children were cautioned to treat me nicely until the doctor would come and fix me up. almost a year now and no doctor has come. im beginning to feel uneven, my bounce seems to be fading, my clothing is getting thin. gerald doesnt know how to care for me except to brush me, wipe me down, and play with me in the kindest way. if i knew how to contact this doctor myself i'd give him a piece of my mind. he has promised gerald he'd be here to care for me but he doesnt come. i know i'll live on for a long time even under the care of other doctors who act more like auto technicians than billiard doctors. so thats my story. regina is my name. gerald is my owner. i am heartbroken for him. some day, some day, just maybe a doctor will knock on the door and fix me, but until then i depend on gerald to do the best he can.
 
gmillioni said:
if i knew how to contact this doctor myself i'd give him a piece of my mind.
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702-927-5689? LOL

Well-written story though. It's amazing sometimes how people abuse and neglect items that at first they were so proud to finally have.
 
dont worry regina, and dont give up. like fine wine, you are worth the wait.

there are plenty of well qualified doctors out there that would be delighted to take care of your needs, and right away too. if you dont want to wait any longer, find a new doctor.
 
Sweet Regina

Nice story, Regina. You've always been a beauty with your massive legs and 'keyhole' inlay design-one of the best. You were made to last forever, but unfortunately Gerald wasn't, so I hope that knock at your door comes soon:smile:
 
Club Billiards said:
702-927-5689? LOL

Well-written story though. It's amazing sometimes how people abuse and neglect items that at first they were so proud to finally have.
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When my Gold Crown got set up my wife commented it's the nicest piece of furniture in the house. Pool tables are as much art work as they are play stations. Be kind to that POS....PieceOfSlate
 
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gmillioni said:
my name is regina, im heartbroken. my story is a long one, going back to 1926. i was born into the brunswick family and like a slave they sold me off to a rich family who stored me in their mansion only to be ravaged by menfolk who thought nothing of laying on me for hours at a time. they burned me with their cigarettes, kicked at me in their madness, and abused me in many ways that only a man can. my beauty lasted though even through thier rough punishment. eventually i was resold to another family one with even less respect for my clothing and fine lines. drinks were spilled on me, curses flew around like hens in a chicken coup, and little attention was ever paid me other than when the men wanted something to lay on which appealed to their own desire. a few years later i went commercial. from a debutante to a harlot i ended up on the streets of chicago taken on by pimp who sold me by the hour to whoever would pay. a never ending line of humanity played me, boys, men, women. they all thought more of themselves then me. still my lines retained the beauty of my birth, the solidness of my foundation kept me on the level, and never once did i ever embarrass those who used me for their own desires. i always gave them the best i had to offer. now im alone, 85 years old, no retirement plan, no home of my own, but taken in by gerald. a good elderly man who thinks of me as the debutante i once was. he means well. he promised me that he'd have a doctor, the best in the country, to come take care of me. i was so happy for gerald in that his friends and children were cautioned to treat me nicely until the doctor would come and fix me up. almost a year now and no doctor has come. im beginning to feel uneven, my bounce seems to be fading, my clothing is getting thin. gerald doesnt know how to care for me except to brush me, wipe me down, and play with me in the kindest way. if i knew how to contact this doctor myself i'd give him a piece of my mind. he has promised gerald he'd be here to care for me but he doesnt come. i know i'll live on for a long time even under the care of other doctors who act more like auto technicians than billiard doctors. so thats my story. regina is my name. gerald is my owner. i am heartbroken for him. some day, some day, just maybe a doctor will knock on the door and fix me, but until then i depend on gerald to do the best he can.
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We are talking about waiting on Glen, right?? Were you a antique BEFORE you contacted him??LOL
 
Funny guys....reeeeeeeeal funny...LOL It's clear you guys DON'T know how to LOW CRAWL...LOL I can only go so fast ya know:embarrassed2:
 
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