+1 on DD "my interesting family" thread

http://www.prominigolf.com/

It's fast and furious. And there are a bunch of rules like no moving your mallet past the half point line, and no topping the puck at all. Most of the game is based on playing great d and being able to stop the puck in a way that it loses its momentum and stays on your side so that you now have "possession." There is a lot of straight up one hit scoring, so getting used to playing angles is key.

espn needs to show more "pro" bar games, imo. less poker, etc

ya bc who wants more random joes interested in playing poker

Another key difference between these guys is mini-golf and Putt-Putt. They are two similar but very distinct things. All Putt-Putt courses have every hole where it's very possible to get an ace. A lot of mini-golf holes it's impossible (or at least nearly impossible). Putt Putt has every hole as a Par 2, mini golf can be much higher. No windmills or crazy obstacles with Putt Putt. All steel (easily predictable) walls, vs. brick or stone.

I've somewhat turned into a snob about it. Putt Putt courses are becoming harder to find now, but a few have just been put under a different name and you can at least tell their history. I do prefer that style to the more common wild courses.

http://www.proputters.com/

this. watching poker is so boring now that it isnt the cool new thing

my mom used to send my brother and me into a local fried chicken takeout (white fence farm, for you chicago suburbs types) with exactly 53 cents each because a side of corn fritters was 50 cents + tax and if we bought two orders at once, the total including tax would round up to $1.07. once the cashier accidentally rang them up together and we were one penny short, so no fritters.

in january 1996 subway ran a promo where a 6 inch meatball sub was 96 cents, but they forgot to set a maximum limit per visit. my mom made me go in and buy as many sandwiches as they could make with the meatballs they had on hand (about 25), then we froze them and ate them over the next couple of weeks.

i think having her kids go in the store for her made her less embarrassed about pulling these sorts of stunts. she also had about 50 credit cards to maximize benefits on everything under the sun, and programmed their numbers into our phone's speed dial so she could check the balances multiple times per day.

i had to go to a non automated checkout lane for the first time in years to get a raincheck and while i was waiting for the raincheck a woman came up with a bag full of cabbage leaves that had been torn off the heads by other shoppers. apparently she got the produce manager to agree to sell these leaves to her for 19 cents a pound. seemed pretty lol

DID ANYBODY BESIDES ME CATCH THAT???? on PAR, get it? cuz he's talking about golf. That's hilarious! OMFG I can't believe I'm the only one who got that.

You're welcome everyone for pointing that out.

reading this thread is bringing back a disturbing number of memories; virtually every parent story is something i can relate to. mom also used to go to the post office and steal all their address labels because their sticky backsides were useful for a number of purposes:

- clean dirt off the floor
- cut into strips and use as scotch tape
- lint roller
- remove dead, sunburned skin from her kids' bodies (yuck)

that last one made me feel kinda sick

"- remove dead, sunburned skin from her kids' bodies (yuck)"

is there a :disturbed: smiley?

Did I do something to piss you off Grasshopper?

lol @ allowing topping in any game featuring anyone over the age of three

I would to get involved in some sort of competitive rec air hockey league.

I used to work with a guy who smoked and used a standard $1.19 Bic lighter.

He wouldn't let another smoker "bum a light" as his lighter only had a finite number of uses and he didn't want to give away a free one.

Paul

Ridiculous, who has ever used a Bic until it actually ran out? I lose them within a week.

You lose them within a week because you don't value $1.19 as much as that guy.

You probably do careless things like losing pens before they totally dry out too.

Actually it's probably mostly from letting other people borrow them. Touche, stingy dude.

My friends always manage to pocket mine. "Dude let me hit this bowl right quick"..

"****, where's my white Bic?"

Generic lighters are ****ing terrible. And when the see through ones break you can identify exactly how much fluid is still in there, destined to go unused.

I got so tired of losing lighters once I ordered 2 50 packs from China for like 8 cents a unit. they would like like 14 uses and I kept cutting myself on them.

where has DD gone? this thread needs more stories of his dad imo

I was in AC this week and my friend owed me $20 for something I bought him earlier in the day.

We were playing BJ for $20/hand so he put down a bet for me as payment. I won. Right after the dealer pays me, he reaches over and takes his 4 reds back! I'm like, "Dude, that's mine." He then says that it won, and points at the $20 still on the table in front of me saying "there is your $20 that I'm paying you."

I asked him if he was going to put another $20 bet up for me I'd lost the last hand and he just laughs at that. At that point I decided that he was probably not smart enough to understand that he basically paid the $20 back by giving me ~$10 of value, so I dropped it.

Loved the reference. That light electric blue... color of melted Icee.

Also, Scandia.

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Well, this brief one begins when I was still a child going to the movies with my father one weekend. Before entering the theater we stopped by Sav-on (now CVS) and picked up an item for our trip.

After parking, towards the entrance, and up until making our way from the booth to an attendant who stood in the roped off area ripping tickets in half, I hadn't really noticed anything unusual until my father let go of my hand. Something happened, but it was over so quickly that all I heard was a flimsy plastic rustling and a rattling inside a container that now was hidden in some space behind my father's suit coat.

"The movie will be on your right," the attendant said.

My father's hand still held something. Bulging. As he moved. Rattled.

Because of this the attendant was made aware and his awareness ...made me aware, and so my father, now alerted became on guard.


"Could you please open your coat up?"


Only if it had been a gun, instead.


"The peanuts," my father said, while slowly opening his coat,


"are for the boy."

My aunt's ex husband used to pick up his kids every Wednesday and take them to dinner, which at the time was McDonald's 25c burger 35c cheeseburger nite.... every Wednesday they would go there for dinner, and he would bring his own Kraft single cheese slices to avoid the dime upcharge.

He was working a decent paying IT job at the time.... not like he was broke.