Dumbest $h1t you've done in a pool hall?

Nice try, but most of the forum knows me as a 6'3 225lb table mechanic with a Cue Addiction....lol
Although either story would have probably had a slightly different ending otherwise.......

Story Number one ended up with close to 30 bikes chasing two of us down I-10 almost to Beaumont, Texas.
And there were more than a couple of black eyes...

Story 2- Didn't you ever learn to step back from the table and not lean on it?
I'm not going there, but I'm glad they hired mostly alot of hot chicks to work there!lol!


Beware_of_Dawg said:
Ok, I don't know you. But I'm going to assume your female?

If you were male story number 1 would have probably ended with a blackeye or worse. Story # 2 could not possible be a male... what room owner would want some nekkid dudes junk rubbing all over the tables and swinging ding's can't be good for business...

so, your female? if so.. pics pleze, kthanx. lol.
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One of my co-workers came by my house to pick me up for some girl chasin and pool playin one night and I mixed a fifth of Crown Royal in two big seven eleven cups and we hit the road. By the time we left the local country music club we were plastered and John told me about his 13 year old son telling him he was going to get a earring, to which John said boy I love you but if you come home with an earring I'm going to try my best to knock your ear off. We went to the poolroom and got a table and the place was packed with some folks that had left a wedding and came by to get a brewski, I'm at the bar waiting while the bartender mixes my drink and this guy comes up beside me with a white tuxedo white shoes white shirt with blue lace trimmings. I look over at him and there is a big dangeling shiney earring in his left ear and I knocked his a$$ out cold as a cucumber with one punch when I hit him in the ear. When I got sober I waited for days at work for the police to come pick me up since everyone there knew me and he had every right to press charges but I never saw him again and only hear about it when someone I know covers there earring up with there hand to pick on me. I also have quit drinking for 20 years but my friend John still drinks like a fish, and came home from the poolroom one night and crawled in bed with his ole lady and woke up with her screaming at him. He had stood up in the middle of the bed and was whizzing all over her head and neck area and was stone cold asleep, she stayed with him but told him it would be removed if he came home that drunk again. His last name ain't Bobbitt either but someday they might be twins if he ain't real lucky.

Leonard
 
One time in Texas, I came back from the bar, to my Table (I thought). My match had not started. The cue ball & the 9-ball were gone, so I proceeded to rake the 6 , 7 & 8 into the rack area.... WRONG!

Wrong table...

I thought those BSTRDS were gonna skin me...
 
Fart sniffer said:
All of my serious girlfriends were met in the pool hall, the same pool hall as a matter of fact. 10 years worth of relationships between 3 girls and I would say that they were all good hearted and worthwhile, maybe your selection process isn't so hot.

Its slim-pickins at my pool hall. but I think I ended up with the best of the bunch. Actually one of em is my baby's momma. :grin:
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Showed up to the VNEA state championships in Oregon in the very early 90s stoned and methed out of my mine, walked in the door just as they were calling my name for 9 ball, was so messed up I went 2 and out. Went back to the condo were my buddy proceeds to try and get me to party it up some more, was like no thanks, drank about 1.5 gallons of water to rehydrate and took 7th in 8 ball the next day, lol
 
Qjunkie said:
Its slim-pickins at my pool hall. but I think I ended up with the best of the bunch. Actually one of em is my baby's momma. :grin:
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Our pool hall was full of little Asian girls and I was the night manager for a couple of years, so it was a lot of fun. Having the keys for after hours pool playing, no drinking because that would be illegal, made for some fun times.
 
Not the dumbest but the first

When I was 6 my father was part owned a pool room

needless to say I spent alot of time there. One

afternoon I was watching the 2 best players (of course)

and one of them had an 8 ball hanging in the side and a

dead scracth shot to the corner where the 9 was

hanging . He said and I quote "DOWN THE LEG AND IN

THE MUFF FOR THE MONEY" being that I was 6 ..I

thought it was a pool term for that type of shot. Well

we have a table at our house and during a family

gathering guess what shot came up for me(of course).

I thought here's my chance to impress my dad with this

shot and also my knowlege of pool terminology. I called

the shot "down the leg and in the muff for the money"

and made it. My mother went BALLISTIC banning me

from poolrooms forever. My dad calmly called me aside

and whispered "nice shot please don't repeat anything

you hear in the poolroom to your mother and yes we're

still going.
 
People at the hall I go to like to initiate their "regulars" into the fold. Three occasions come immediately to mind.

1. Locking a new regular in a backroom bathroom for 8 hours. They could've been mean and locked him in the storage closet instead!

2. Duct-taping a new regular, dragging him outside, and tossing him into the dumpster. The getting out part was left to his own devices.

3. Duct-taping (again) a new regular to a chair and placing him in the middle of Cicero Ave. at night.
 
Rak9up said:
When I was 6 my father was part owned a pool room

needless to say I spent alot of time there. One

afternoon I was watching the 2 best players (of course)

and one of them had an 8 ball hanging in the side and a

dead scracth shot to the corner where the 9 was

hanging . He said and I quote "DOWN THE LEG AND IN

THE MUFF FOR THE MONEY" being that I was 6 ..I

thought it was a pool term for that type of shot. Well

we have a table at our house and during a family

gathering guess what shot came up for me(of course).

I thought here's my chance to impress my dad with this

shot and also my knowlege of pool terminology. I called

the shot "down the leg and in the muff for the money"

and made it. My mother went BALLISTIC banning me

from poolrooms forever. My dad calmly called me aside

and whispered "nice shot please don't repeat anything

you hear in the poolroom to your mother and yes we're

still going.
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I love that one
 
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