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Posted on 9/16/22 at 10:51 am to CAD703X
Me and a couple buddies went down to New Orleans one night with our fake IDs to cruise Bourbon St with some Big arse Beers. This was about 20 years ago, so we didn’t have too much worry about being mugged to carjacked.
Anyway, when we get back to the car at 3 am, we see a random CD case on the ground. One of the big ones that holds like 50 CDs. We grab it, pull out a couple CDs and listen to them in the way home to BR.
Next morning, we rifle through it and we find an ATM receipt with exactly $20,000 in the account, and the full account and PIN # on the back. The name on the account:
Mewelde Moore.
I had no idea who he was but one friend was a big sports guy and knew immediately. This was obviously before NIL and he was still at Tulane at the time so we always thought that this was a secret booster contribution account, but who knows. Being teenagers, stupid and probably still drunk from the night before, we debated for about an hour about trying to get some of the money out of the account until we smarted up and just decided to try and return it.
We look up his # in the phone book, call and his mom picks up. We drive over to his house and his brother meets us outside and we hand over the case. I did keep a souvenir though and had a burned CD entitled “50 Cents” for about ten years after that.
Anyway, when we get back to the car at 3 am, we see a random CD case on the ground. One of the big ones that holds like 50 CDs. We grab it, pull out a couple CDs and listen to them in the way home to BR.
Next morning, we rifle through it and we find an ATM receipt with exactly $20,000 in the account, and the full account and PIN # on the back. The name on the account:
Mewelde Moore.
I had no idea who he was but one friend was a big sports guy and knew immediately. This was obviously before NIL and he was still at Tulane at the time so we always thought that this was a secret booster contribution account, but who knows. Being teenagers, stupid and probably still drunk from the night before, we debated for about an hour about trying to get some of the money out of the account until we smarted up and just decided to try and return it.
We look up his # in the phone book, call and his mom picks up. We drive over to his house and his brother meets us outside and we hand over the case. I did keep a souvenir though and had a burned CD entitled “50 Cents” for about ten years after that.
Posted on 9/16/22 at 11:07 am to CAD703X
I’m not a good basketball player, and I would be lucky to hit two 3 pointers in a row.
But once… exactly one time… in my life I hit 20 three pointers in a row. It was 30 years ago, in PE class, and we were just shooting around having fun, and suddenly I just went into the zone. I can’t explain it. Swish, swish, swish. Again and again.
I can’t explain it, and I’ve never come close to replicating it. Believe me, I’ve tried.
But once… exactly one time… in my life I hit 20 three pointers in a row. It was 30 years ago, in PE class, and we were just shooting around having fun, and suddenly I just went into the zone. I can’t explain it. Swish, swish, swish. Again and again.
I can’t explain it, and I’ve never come close to replicating it. Believe me, I’ve tried.
This post was edited on 9/16/22 at 11:08 am
Posted on 9/16/22 at 11:13 am to CAD703X
I went to New Orleans this past weekend and didn't have a single crime committed against me.
Posted on 9/16/22 at 11:14 am to CAD703X
In high school my junior year, for a period of 3 months, I was really really good at basketball.
We had P.E. at end of the day and I was in really good shape. I was always a marginal player and gave it up after my freshman year to play baseball.
I didn't pick up a basketball for two years. Until this P.E. class.
I started playing pick up games, competing against the basketball team after practice. I was so good they gave me a nickname because I was killing these dudes from all over the arc. I'm talking just crossing people over like 90s Jason Williams.
I refused to play for the team because I had just accepted a job at Winn-Dixie.
The semester ended, P.E. was no more and I never picked up a basketball again. I tried shooting last year. I'm pretty fricking terrible, but its been 20 years.
We had P.E. at end of the day and I was in really good shape. I was always a marginal player and gave it up after my freshman year to play baseball.
I didn't pick up a basketball for two years. Until this P.E. class.
I started playing pick up games, competing against the basketball team after practice. I was so good they gave me a nickname because I was killing these dudes from all over the arc. I'm talking just crossing people over like 90s Jason Williams.
I refused to play for the team because I had just accepted a job at Winn-Dixie.
The semester ended, P.E. was no more and I never picked up a basketball again. I tried shooting last year. I'm pretty fricking terrible, but its been 20 years.
Posted on 9/16/22 at 11:15 am to CAD703X
Meeting a drunk John Goodman riding a bike on Cedarcrest in Baton Rouge when I was outside shooting basketball at 10 years old.
He just strolled up…and stared at me…then strolled off.
He just strolled up…and stared at me…then strolled off.
This post was edited on 9/16/22 at 11:23 am
Posted on 9/16/22 at 11:19 am to theunknownknight
I got out of my parking spot in less than two hours on an LSU football game day.
Posted on 9/16/22 at 11:21 am to DiamondDog
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I refused to play for the team because I had just accepted a job at Winn-Dixie.
Solid reasoning.
Posted on 9/16/22 at 11:24 am to Python
Laugh as you may but 2001 paycheck of $250 in high school carried some serious weight.
Posted on 9/16/22 at 11:28 am to CAD703X
I saw a bobcat run across the middle of the Tollway in downtown Dallas, fricker just came outta nowhere and bolted across like 4 lanes of traffic. No idea how it got there. It almost caused a wreck from cars trying to avoid it.
Posted on 9/16/22 at 11:36 am to Jim Rockford
B U L L S H I T !!!
Posted on 9/16/22 at 11:39 am to CAD703X
Not a real outlandish story but one night a few months ago I was asleep and my lab kept barking like something was in our yard. Not unusual for her to bark at deer, skunks, or any other animal but she was barking like she was fixing attack something.
I get out of bed to go look out the window and it looks like a skunk walking around our yard so I yell at my lab to get away. She keeps on barking to the point it’s getting on my nerves. I get up go outside trying to keep my distance because it’s dark and I really can’t see what I thought was a skunk. I yell at it trying to scare it off and it turns around starts coming at me. I get back on our porch and my dog takes off after it so I yell at her to stop and she does. Well the animal keeps coming towards our porch and gets into some light it’s a dang cat with a cool ranch potato chip bad stuck on its head.
So I’m outside at 2 or 3 in the morning chasing a cat around my yards trying to get a potato chip bag off it’s head. All the time I’m worried once I get the bag off it’s going to go nuts and attack me. I wanted to leave it alone but didn’t want to deal with a dead cat the next morning where my lab would of killed it. I finally get it off and it runs directly into the fence then composed itself and runs away to have never seen this cat again. It’s just a funny story that people think I was drunk or something when I tell it.
I get out of bed to go look out the window and it looks like a skunk walking around our yard so I yell at my lab to get away. She keeps on barking to the point it’s getting on my nerves. I get up go outside trying to keep my distance because it’s dark and I really can’t see what I thought was a skunk. I yell at it trying to scare it off and it turns around starts coming at me. I get back on our porch and my dog takes off after it so I yell at her to stop and she does. Well the animal keeps coming towards our porch and gets into some light it’s a dang cat with a cool ranch potato chip bad stuck on its head.
So I’m outside at 2 or 3 in the morning chasing a cat around my yards trying to get a potato chip bag off it’s head. All the time I’m worried once I get the bag off it’s going to go nuts and attack me. I wanted to leave it alone but didn’t want to deal with a dead cat the next morning where my lab would of killed it. I finally get it off and it runs directly into the fence then composed itself and runs away to have never seen this cat again. It’s just a funny story that people think I was drunk or something when I tell it.
This post was edited on 9/16/22 at 11:49 am
Posted on 9/16/22 at 11:40 am to Tbonepatron
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Mewelde Moore.
He was on the infamous "Love Boat" scandal when he played for Minnesota.
Posted on 9/16/22 at 11:52 am to CAD703X
Me and a few buddies were at Razoo and who do we see? Mario fricking Lopez. This was right around the time he married that Landry girl. Anyway, we were kinda stoked because saved by the bell was the shite, whatever.
I roll up to him and I’m all like “holy shite! It’s slater!” He gets super douchey and says, “it’s Mario!”
I’m a smart arse by nature and I had already had more than a few beers, so I retort, “nah man. No one knows who the frick Mario is, Slater. Btw, why were you a dick to screech and dated the junkie girl on SBTB? Zach was way cooler than you and Kelly was slumming when she paid you any mind.”
He didn’t find it nearly as funny as me and everyone around him and quickly exited Razoo.
I have a few others, like the time I got a B list actor absolutely hammered in an attempt to look through his phone for Shannon Dougherty’s number, lol.
I roll up to him and I’m all like “holy shite! It’s slater!” He gets super douchey and says, “it’s Mario!”
I’m a smart arse by nature and I had already had more than a few beers, so I retort, “nah man. No one knows who the frick Mario is, Slater. Btw, why were you a dick to screech and dated the junkie girl on SBTB? Zach was way cooler than you and Kelly was slumming when she paid you any mind.”
He didn’t find it nearly as funny as me and everyone around him and quickly exited Razoo.
I have a few others, like the time I got a B list actor absolutely hammered in an attempt to look through his phone for Shannon Dougherty’s number, lol.
Posted on 9/16/22 at 11:57 am to cheobode
Buddy of mine and I are walking down the sidewalk in NO near central grocery…out of this bar (Blue crystal, I think) a very drunk John Candy with a smoke show under each arm basically just runs into us…we laugh about it, he apologizes and then as he starts walking away, he tells us to come party with them…we went to a couple of different places with them and it was a blast for about an hour…then he started making out with one of the chicks and we got bored and left them.
Posted on 9/16/22 at 12:04 pm to CAD703X
I once pretended to be deaf with a cop to get out of a speeding ticket and potential DUI. Did the voice and everything. Fortunately he didn't bust out the sign language. He slowly mouthed "slow down" and went on his way. 
Posted on 9/16/22 at 12:04 pm to touchdownjeebus
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I roll up to him and I’m all like “holy shite! It’s slater!”
I ran into him at a bar in Mexico and said this EXACT thing to him. No lie. Yeah, he didn't find it funny.
Posted on 9/16/22 at 12:08 pm to CAD703X
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She would tell me stories that made my ears curl when I would stop by to 'shoot the shite' and there was always a huge wet spot on the fabric chair that she sat on.
I used to know a chick that had really enlarged labia and a very easy to find clit. She told me one time that she was constantly horny bec her jeans and pants rubbed her pussy all day long when she walked around.
Posted on 9/16/22 at 12:08 pm to PrecedentedTimes
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I saw a bobcat run across the middle of the Tollway in downtown Dallas
I live in the DFW metroplex, I see bobcats everywhere
Posted on 9/16/22 at 12:09 pm to CAD703X
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we had a receptionist at my job who was probably a 6 but had an amazing body and her attitude and the way she dressed moved her up to at least an 8. there was always a huge wet spot on the fabric chair that she sat on.
BRB
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