| deadballfreaK |
06-10-2014 04:37 AM |
I know this might be off topic but the miniature golf line brought this to mind. When I was about 14 my buddies and I were playing the local course. We were losers. No girlfriends. The 18th hole was the dreaded clown. My buddy decided rather than gently putt the ball up the hill into the clown's mouth he would drive it straight in with a mighty swing. It was a good drive. The owner of the establishment was sitting contentedly in his lounge chair on a pleasantly cool evening. The ball caught him just above the left ear and knocked him cold. There was no 911 at the time, but eventually all the local police and a couple of doctors were called in. The poor old guy was out for 10 minutes. Lucky it didn't kill him. Wen he finally came to and found out what happened he was pissed big time and we were banned for life. Two weeks later we begged for forgiveness and the good ol' guy relented and let us back in.
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