Stupid people ... where to start?
OK.
Yesterday.
Dad playing with his kids.
They were playing with one of those "Razor" scooters.
The Dad was on it, going waaaaay too fast, waaaaaaay too fast ... when he tried to turn a corner. The front wheel of the scooter slipped out from under him, sending him plummetting to the concrete. Smacked his knees, grazed his palms and really slammed his shoulder. He spent the following day (today) munching down Panadols, and being unable to do much that involved moving his right shoulder.
Please don't ask how I know so much about this stupid guy.
"Butchers are having 60 per cent more sex than other workers. "
It was a sunny morning, a little before 8.00am on the first hole of a busy course, and I was beginning my pre-shot routine, visualizing my upcoming shot when a piercing voice came over the club house loud speaker.
Would the gentleman on the woman's tee back up to the men's tee please!"
I could feel every eye on the course looking at me.
I was still deep in my routine, seemingly impervious to the interruption.
Again the announcement, "Would the man on the woman's tee kindly back up
to the men's tee."
I simply ignored the guy and kept concentrating.
When once more, the man yelled, "Would the man on the woman's tee back
up to the men's tee, please !"
I finally stopped, turned, cupped my hands and shouted back . . "Would
the ars*hole with the microphone kindly keep quiet and let me play my second shot!"
Hahaha
Reminds me of the time we were playing in a tennis tournament in Crystal Brook.
Quaint country town.
We had entered a mixed doubles male as Mike Hunt.
The Announcer screamed out this guys name for a full 10 mins before being let in on the joke.
Town was never the same.
Took nine mates to Cairns to go diving on the Great Barrier Reef and experience the "tourism" aspect of the place. Got to the ticket booth to purchase for the big day and they asked us to write our names on a lovely round sticker the size of a tennis ball and place it on our chest. The crew all wet themselves when we turned up for the headcount and proudly had the name "BRUCE" emblazoned all over our chests. Booked a helicopter flight and the name "BRUCE" came over the loudspeaker. The chopper pilot had a fit when TEN guys rushed to get into the jetranger.
Friend of mine was being interviewed for a news story about a car accident he witnessed. The interviewer asked him his name. Mike Litoris was his answer. Sure enough. 5.30pm local news and there he was in all his glory.
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