You’ll shout it at the entire room without actually knowing what it means. The dealer will look at you like you’re retarded.
“Double down?” he’ll say with his hand still resting on the deck.
You’ll nod at him and spit on the casino’s carpet. “You got it, pointdexter.”
Sighing, he’ll flip his cards, revealing a jack and an ace, suit spades, to counter your doubled down seven. He’ll then rake your money across the table and politely ask you to please stop spitting inside the casino. You’ll ignore him and after fifteen very awkward minutes he’ll ask security to escort you out of the casino since you’ll be out of money after that one profoundly retarded move on your part.
Congratulations on Doubling Down!
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