Dårlige Argentina kostede 11000kr

Du burde muligvis uploade dit billede et sted online således a du ikke linker til dit C: drev.

Ja, det kan jeg godt se, pænt surt.

du linker til et dokument på din computer.

hvem fanden er fidimus??

Stærkt at Fisken kan se hvad der foregår :-)

Priceless.

lol @ poste links til sine egne drev

det gør det kun sjovere at den profil på computeren (der hvor vi andre skriver vores navn), der har han altså kaldt sig selv for fidimus :-)

@hermod

Det var min kanin :))

rofl @ fidimus

rofl @ det var min kanin fidimus.

Standart.. Men sick

Nice catch..

jeg tabte 10 millioner i lotto i lørdags

Jeg synes det er utroligt hvis du har spillet 6/7 uden at have spillet den lige på til 10'er også og dermed kunne du have vundet 3850 mere. Sry men det er altså standard når man spiller system

Hmm, folk plejer at brokke sig, når de falder af på den sidste kamp af 7. Her skal du jo nok nærmere hygge dig over, at du på trods af at falde af i den første kamp, stadig vinder en skilling.


Minder mig om den her historie, som er kopieret fra professionalgambler:

There was a fellow called Limpy who used to hang out at the Stardust sportbook on Sundays to watch NFL football. Each and every Sunday, Limpy would risk precisely $20 on a 10-team NFL parlay card. (A 10-team parlay card at that time paid 850-for-one, making Limpy a $17,000 winner if he won.)
Trouble was, Limpy never began the day with a clue as to which ten teams he liked. To decide which teams to choose, he developed a regular group of professional-level handicappers from whom he'd prompt advice. Limpy valued these handicappers' opinions, and he'd finally form his own opinions from what they had to say.
I was one of those honored advisors. In those days, the Stardust was one of my favorite sportbooks, and I could easily be found at my favorite station, watching for line moves. Every Sunday, sooner or later, here would come Limpy, and he'd ask me which teams I thought he should put on his ten-banger. I always took the time to do my best for Limpy, even though I discouraged his ten-teamers. The payoff actually wasn't all that bad, but the wins were too far apart.
As luck would have it, I got on a pretty good streak for several weeks - (or, at least, Limpy perceived me to be on a good roll) - and finally one Sunday Limpy decided I should have the honor of picking all ten of his bets.
So I did.
Whaddayouknow, the first six games were early games and all six were winners. Then, in the four late games, three were early blowouts in Limpy's favor.
Wow. Limpy was coming unglued. He was giggly and excited, talky and nervous. His hands were trembling and he was sweating and he paced back and forth, chain smoking and shouting orders at the various television screens. He'd sit, he'd stand, he'd pace, he'd sit, he'd recheck the total amount he planned to win, he'd order another Mountain Dew from the cocktail waitress and pace some more...
Sure enough, the three blowouts went on to win, making nine of the ten games winners. My picks were 9-0, leaving one game still in the air, the Chargers -3 at home against the Raiders.
The Raiders finally beat us, 12 - 7.
Limpy was crushed. Another losing Sunday. Another $20 lost and gone. Another $17,000 winning ticket down the drain. He sat slumped in his chair with his head bowed, sullen and withdrawn.
I approached him with a sympathetic hand on his shoulder. He angrily swatted me away, outraged, and shouted, "The Chargers, J. R.?!...How the hell could you pick the Chargers?!"