Labor Day funny stories.
I lived in an apartment, long time gone, and we had a BBQ. Well, two and huge party. You couldn’t walk around the place. Too many people. Way too many.
I can only take that for so long so I went out to the back BBQ and stood by it for a bit.
More food coming off and more people filling the parking lot. Not cars. People.
It got a little old for me so I decided to break the lock on the ladder that went to the top of the complex.
Ok. That’s done……now what….
Someone was talking to me about golfing.
Well…see this place was right next to the freeway so I decided that we grab one of my drivers and hit the roof.
Just hit balls into the freeway and see what happens.
So we did. About 5 of us. Just knocked them at moving cars.
Kinda dick move but it was funny.
So I am drunk and on something and laughing at the cars who pull over wondering what happened and I turn around, laughing and….
I bailed from two stories. Just nailed the ground. Covered in blood and what did they do? Put me in bed.
So I pass out. My bed is red.
Some girl is asking where Todd is at. Where did he go?
Oh….he is upstairs. Early night.
So about 5 girls come up to my room and figure I am not in a good shape and get together to take me to the hospital.
Yes. I sleep naked so they had to put my shorts on.
I got to the ER and they freaked out. Multiple wounds.
So they stitched my shit up. All over. Face…the elbow was the worst, knee all that stuff.
The funny part was that I had like 10 golf balls in my pocket. Good ones.
I kept giving them out to the nurses and doctors who were cool to me.
How did this happen?
Don’t matter. Have a golf ball.
I don’t do that shit anymore.