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May 3, 2008 in Random Thoughts 8

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Some people are so creative. Here’s a story about a man who walked into a Texas bank wanting to cash a cheque made out for $360,000,000,000. For some reason, it raised the suspicion of the bank teller, who determined that the cheque was likely a forgery (you know, clearly they have some very intelligent bank tellers in Texas!). 

The holder of the cheque, Mr. Charles Ray Fuller, claims that his girlfriend’s mother gave it to him as a way of helping him start a record business.

Now, I don’t know about you, but when did it cost $360 Billion to start a record business? And doesn’t Mr. Fuller know that records are not quite profitable a business? I mean really, at least shoot for Eight Tracks or Cassettes!! 

Oh well, it really does take all kinds, doesn’t it?

Let me ask you: what’s the craziest thing you’ve heard of someone doing recently? (And no, me going to Starbucks doesn’t count!)

  • Bulldog

    Here’s another one for you Rob,enjoy.
    I was probably in my late twenties before I’d heard of hard lemonade. And even then I didn’t know what the phrase meant — not the first time I heard it. Apparently, Christopher Ratte of Detroit didn’t either, and he lost his 7-year-old son for two days because of it.
    Ratte took his son to a Tiger’s game, and while he was there, he ordered a lemonade for the boy. He was given a Mike’s Hard Lemonade. Ratte had never heard of such a thing, so he handed it to his son. A guard saw the boy with the drink and asked the father if he knew the drink was alcoholic. But the guard snatched the bottle away before Ratte could examine it further.
    Things spiraled out of control from there. The son, Leo, was sent to the emergency room when he complained of being a little nauseous. The police called Child Protective Services (CPS), and they took Leo away. It was two days before Ratte’s wife could retrieve the boy, and a week before Ratte could move back into his house.

  • Bulldog

    Here’s another one for you Rob,enjoy.
    I was probably in my late twenties before I’d heard of hard lemonade. And even then I didn’t know what the phrase meant — not the first time I heard it. Apparently, Christopher Ratte of Detroit didn’t either, and he lost his 7-year-old son for two days because of it.
    Ratte took his son to a Tiger’s game, and while he was there, he ordered a lemonade for the boy. He was given a Mike’s Hard Lemonade. Ratte had never heard of such a thing, so he handed it to his son. A guard saw the boy with the drink and asked the father if he knew the drink was alcoholic. But the guard snatched the bottle away before Ratte could examine it further.
    Things spiraled out of control from there. The son, Leo, was sent to the emergency room when he complained of being a little nauseous. The police called Child Protective Services (CPS), and they took Leo away. It was two days before Ratte’s wife could retrieve the boy, and a week before Ratte could move back into his house.

  • http://www.bikerschurch.com bikerrob

    lol … people truly are amazing!

  • http://www.bikerschurch.com bikerrob

    lol … people truly are amazing!

  • Chantal Tinholt

    Look, look at the bird! Do you see it????
    Sigh, please make sure I am at the back of the next funeral procession — LMAO

  • Chantal Tinholt

    Look, look at the bird! Do you see it????
    Sigh, please make sure I am at the back of the next funeral procession — LMAO

  • JC

    Chantal, being at the back of a funeral procession is not always a great place to be, especially if you are not back far enough :-)

  • JC

    Chantal, being at the back of a funeral procession is not always a great place to be, especially if you are not back far enough :-)