Okay you guys, I know you’ve done at least ONE crazy thing in your life. Or maybe you have a crazy friend or family member. I certainly do! Some are so kooky they make me look normal. Scary, huh?

I plan to post the anecdotes on my website under Group Therapy. If you’d like to remain anonymous, that’s fine; otherwise, I will assume you want me to tell the world.

One Response to “Looking for CRAZY ANECDOTES!”

  1. Mary Stella says:

    How crazy is crazy? It’s such a subjective assessment. I wonder if my psychiatrist brother would agree.

    This wasn’t crazy in the truly, clinically, insane way, but I’ll share it anyway. Ten years ago, I went to see country superstars Brooks and Dunn in concert at an Atlantic City casino. Later on after the show, we spotted the duo at a craps table. I like to gamble but don’t understand craps one bit beyond you throw dice and win or lose money. That didn’t stop me from asking a friend what kind of bet I could make that wouldn’t immediately identify me as a newbie loser. He told me to put my money on the Pass line.

    The table minimum was $25. I swaggered up with $50 like I knew what I was doing, got chips and put one on the pass line. I then tried not to blanche when they handed me the dice. All eyes one me, including B&D, I tossed the cubes like a pro and rolled a seven.

    Apparently that’s a great roll. Dealers shoved chips around on the table. I rolled again. Another seven. People all around the table were very happy.

    Two more times I rolled, two more times I hit a seven. I was the Queen of the Table. Not that I enjoyed it because now I’m in way over my head, my heart’s palpitating, and I have no idea what to do other than keep rolling.

    One more roll… not a seven. I looked down as the dealers were sweeping away what had become a nice bunch of chips in front of me. Yes, I’d let my own bet keep riding instead of pulling back some winnings.

    At this point, I’m done, but I decided to end with style. I tossed the remaining chip in my hand toward the dealers as a tip and graced the table with a smile — all nonchalant like winning and losing were no big deal.

    When I rejoined my friends, fighting back hysterical laughter, one asked me what point I’d intended to achieve.

    “Bragging rights,” I answered. “I can tell everybody I shot craps with Brooks and Dunn.”

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