1:The snail race was in 1966–my prize was a bag of candy corn, and I set the snail free in my father’s garden.
2: Broke down outside of Moab and met a woman traveling the Southwest for “inspiration” She gave me a ride (in more ways than one) to the dealership in Grand Junction.
3:Never did the death ride. Never wanted to!
Well done! Looks like I got unlucky with my respondent - Andy Murray is the UK’s number one tennis player. Knowing that may not have changed your answer, though - must try harder!
Picking from John DiFool’s is very hard to justify as they are all quite similar, so I’m going to guess #3 as the most suspicious.
Three more:
I have jumped at the (claimed) site of the first ever bungee jump in New Zealand.
I got drunk at an office party and danced like an idiot in front of 300 people, including the CEO.
I once cut through the power cable with an electric mower, but didn’t get a shock.
Nope-that really happened. I noticed a tall African American guy sitting in the gate area who looked very familiar to me, when suddenly it clicked who it was. It was only on the plane when I got up enough nerve to approach him. Mo joked that he might be an undercover cop, then signed the piece of airline stationery that I gave him with “Maurice Lucas-Peace.” My dad alas lost the autograph during a move 10 years later. Funny thing is I was a Sixers fan and well remembered the fight he had with Darryl Dawkins (who in retrospect was an underachieving buffoon).
The convention one is true-except for the name of the comic, who was Nipsy Russell. I didn’t exactly meet him tho, just passed him in the hallway afterwards.
Yeah, that one’s at a catch-22 level of popularity right now. If you try to explain it you get a “Pa-shah, I KNOW! You think I live in a cave?” and if you don’t explain it you get a blank stare.
Correct. It was actually my girlfriend who sang on the Lion King soundtrack as part of the Chicago Childrens Choir. (She also was with me as an extra on the set of the Batman movie. It was on behalf of a charity that we did it.)
I grew up in Door County, Wisconsin, so it never would have happened to me.
And Paul Sills had basically retired up there. (I spent three years in high school with his daughter, who was a year younger than me.) Once or twice he came to school during play rehearsal to do improv warmups with us.