Your craziest true-life incidents, which no one will believe.

Miscellaneous and Personal Stuff I Must Share
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I don’t recall the exact year, but back in the mid-to-late 80’s, when I was in my teens, I went with a large group of friends to play some miniature golf. We decided to take in all 3 courses, and by the end of the third course, we were all getting a little wacky, and way over par, so we just did whatever crazy thing popped in our head.

My team had reached the last hole of the third course, and when my turn came, I decided to whack the ball with as much force as I could. The ball flew up the ramp, hit the guardrail, and popped way up in the air at a slight angle. On the other side of this ramp, stood a hot-looking, blonde female. She was wearing a mini skirt, eating an ice cream cone, and talking with her friends…

My ball hit the ground between her feet, bounced straight up under her skirt, between her legs, and stuck there. I’ll never forget the look on her face. :eek: It was priceless! My friends and I laughed until our stomachs hurt. Talk about a hole in one! Woohoo! I never asked for my ball back. She had no idea where it had come from, or what exactly had just happened. Tiger Woods has nothing on me! This IS a TRUE story. Believe it, or not. I had witnesses!!!

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I entered this thread debating which of my many impossible to believe experiences would be least unbelievable to people who haven’t seen my life in action… Silly me.

I bow before Thee. All Hail!

Man, when he plays a pick-up game, he don’t mess around!

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I entered this thread debating which of my many impossible to believe experiences would be least unbelievable to people who haven’t seen my life in action… Silly me.

I bow before Thee. All Hail!

Man, when he plays a pick-up game, he don’t mess around!

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Oh my…
<waynes world hijack>
We’re not worthy! We’re not worthy!!

</waynes world hijack>

That was a foolish thought of mine to try to top that… i can’t compare… not even close…

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Now, if you had said that she flopped down on the ground, arched her hips, and shot the golf ball across the course into the hole with nary a bounce, I would have been impressed. I would also have asked for her name and marital status.

Still, impressive! I wonder four things:

1.) How long did it take her to figure out there was a golf ball up there?

2.) If she returned it, do you think they just handed it out to the next person to come up in line?

3.) If they did, was the person to get hold of it a teenage boy?

4.) If so, did he steal the golf ball for a reason that he couldn’t really comprehend, other than he really really seemed to like it?

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A couple of months ago (must have been autumn last year) I was walking to home from the bus stop. This is maybe a 10 minute walk, and I was eating an apple. Halfway, I always cross a basketball field diagonally, mainly because it saves me a few hundred meters. By this time, I have finished eating my apple, and I am looking for a garbage can to dispose of it.

As I approach the basketball court, I notice a few kids (about 16, 17 years old) shooting some hoops over at one basket. Since they were not using the entire court, I decided to cross it anyway (I would never do this if a game was underway, using the full court). I’m clearly not bothering these kids.

Yet, they turn around and start cursing at me. “Hey Dork!” (I’m wearing a very conservative navy blue business suit, which apparently makes one a dork in 16 year old basketball world), “Get the hell of our court!”.

I don’t even look at them and continue crossing the court. At this point, I notice a garbage can on the other side of the court, some 15 meters away.

“Didn’t you hear us? This is OUR court! F*** off already!”

I don’t know why I did it, but for some reason, I take my apple and make an underhand toss towards the garbage can, at this point still over 10 meters away.Bear in mind the opening of the garbage can is about 40 centimetres across and 20 centimeres high, and I am by no means an expert shot at ANY ball game.

The flight of the apple seemed to take minutes, in true Hollywood slow-mo fashion. Needless to say, it dropped in without even touching the sides of the garbage can.

The basketball kids stood in awe, jaws dropping.

Somehow, I am able to hide my own amazement with an arrogant smile: “Clearly, this is MY court, kids”.

Not a further word was heard from them. Our hero walks off into the sunset.

True story. Yet, none of my friends believe me so far. They keep insisting the distance to the garbage can must have been a lot less: maybe 4 metres or so. But really, it was about 10. It was the luckiest shot ever, but it DID happen.

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OK, I got one, sort of related related to the OP.

'Bout five years ago, I was at a friend’s house, who was having a Halloween party. He had a pool table. So, I was playing against another of my friends, and I was shooting. He had his cue stick on the side of the table, length-wise, I was lining up for a cross table shot. I intended on “jumping” the ball over another (I apologize for my lack of lingo knowledge). Granted, it probably wouldn’t work, but it was the best shot I had. Well, I jumped the ball, it landed on his cue stick, travelled up the stick, and nailed him in the jewels. The funniest thing was that he wasn’t even looking, but several other people were.

:smiley: