Quote from: ThePhwner on April 12, 2016, 12:07:44 AM

Quote from: Gleb Gamow on April 11, 2016, 11:59:57 PM

Quote from: ThePhwner on April 11, 2016, 11:27:02 PM

Quote from: IanDeMartino on April 11, 2016, 11:16:13 PM

Thanks Gleb. I'll continue to try to contact him.

Be careful with giving him any personal contact details. I've had him call me in the middle of the night screaming "Where's my fucking money?" and so on, so forth. (Mind you he had not held up his end of a deal, hence him not having his "fucking money") He knows nothing of any sort of professional conduct and is not to be trusted in any capacity.

Marshall if you're reading this I hope you have the balls to show your face and explain how you hopped from Garza to Big Vern yet are somehow not complicit in all of this. Just don't take it out on the people you victimized with your flagrant disregard for anyone but yourself.

I know of two other horror stories that I'm privy to directly involving Marshall Long, hence my continuous rant on his scammy ass. Sadly, I've heard shit about Peter Todd who's been known to sleep over at Marshall's home (I guess we can assume not sex related, but you never know with this lying piece of shit Long). This fucker Marshall would have you believe that he and his two partners were into Bitcoin in 2009 while he was doing CAD programming for an outfit, at best, later teaching a college course at some Texas community college. Since when did they start hiring teachers that can't spell junior high words on official docs (not takin' 'bout forum posts et al.)?

I have 2 categories of Stinky Long stories, the ones where he's a scammy, conniving, amoral piece of shit; most of those have been told publicly as the crimes committed by Josh Garza and Paul Vernon are not secrets.

Then there's the ones where he's just sad and I almost feel bad for him, like so many aspects of the Hashers United conference in 2014. Not only did the thieving fuck manage to serve us some of the ONLY bad food in Las Vegas for lunch (mind you, the hotel had several amazing restaurants on site), but he was hocking the FinalHash NFC cold wallets, which not only didn't work at the time, the dumb fuck didn't anticipate that a conference full of miners would want to pay for BTC wallets with BTC. So he had nothing in place to accommodate that... and directed people to a fucking RoboCoin in the corner. Who knows, maybe he owned a share in that debacle too.

Or him freaking out over Skype in the middle of the night and demanding his "fucking money" then immediately trying to play it off like a joke and started calling me "bro" and making references to "Team No Sleep." I actually felt sad for the poor bastard that night. Suffice it to say I have enough decades behind me that I didn't find any of that funny or cool.

I could go on but you get the idea.

Marshall, you suck man. Karma will kick your pasty doughy ass.

http://www.tuscanylv.com/dining/

I'm guessing Marilyns Café, for when I lived in Vegas, The Tuscany was one of my favorite places to play poker against tourists and subpar yokel players. It's not the worst restaurant in Vegas, but I've been in their kitchen (knew the manager at the time), hence only eating there late at night after a late poker session. Oh, and I got to fuck one of the waitresses, thus truly cementing the dive joint sentiment. Shocked