Off to Google I go. I Google the words “video slot games”, and the first couple of sites just do not peak my interest. I don’t even bother clicking them. The fourth one does pique my interest, so I click the link. The site seems full of pop-ups,so I back out of that one in a hurry, and nervously check my spyware for damage. Whew, all is well.
I finally come across what looks like a really nice site. Not too many flashy graphics. The
content seems to be well thought out and the owner of the site has really focused on what
he/she wants to sell me. I’ve decided that I didn’t want to fool around anymore with free
downloads that I wanted to try to win some big money. I decide to sign up, using my Neteller
It was a lot of fun going through the site looking at all the great setups for different
slot machines. I DO like flash and color when I’m actually playing the slots. It takes me
back to New Orleans, when I played my very first slot machine one hot day in August, about a
hundred years ago. At least it seems that far away to me. I decide that before I start
pulling levers on my new game, I’d better pour me a glass of wine to bring back that
“Harrah’s” feeling from long ago.
I’m quite pleased with how easy it was to sign up for this site. I also liked the initial
bonus that I received. I had zero problems with getting my account started. 먹튀신고 It looks like
I’m in for a fun evening.
As I’m playing, and enjoying the bells and whistles, I start to wonder if I’m going to
actually win some money. I decide to raise my Maximum Bid somewhat. Ahh, that’s what I
needed. A chance to see some real winnings here! Of course, I win a few times per pull, then
lose a few times. I’m starting to wish and hope that I can at least come out even! Still,
I’m pouring my second glass now, and really getting hooked on this slot machine!
Well, wouldn’t you know it! My front door is making a weird knocking sound.I ignore it,
because I simply don’t want to stop my game. The door becomes louder now, more obnoxious.
It’s really making me mad. I pause my game, and find a human on the other end of my loud
door. I don’t recognize them. It’s some lady that smells funny, and wants to sell me
something. I rather impolitely ‘thanks but no thanks’ her, and shut my door. Now I’m
thinking of a rather mean ‘DO NOT DISTURB’ sign to put on my door, with a picture of a
really gnarly, nasty dog on it that looks to have a case of rabies. I wonder to myself if that would
I get back to my game. I’m on a roll. I’m starting to get back to where I was when I
started. Yahoo! I almost spill my drink right there on my keyboard. I realize now that there
is no turning back. I am in love with my new video slot machine. It’s become mine. All mine.
It is a thing of virtual beauty. I name it Harrah’s Honey. My bets get bolder, bigger. I
decide to go for all it’s got.