Ripley's Believe It or Not by Ripley’s Believe It or Not! for October 10, 2021

There are many golf stories; some true, some not. This one is quite probably the former…unless it isn’t.

A man and his wife are out on the golf course, when his tee shot hooks badly, going completely off the course and crashing through the picture window of an adjacent house. They approach the house, figuring they’ll be on the hook for several hundred dollars, but when they arrive there, they find a smiling man standing next to some shards of window glass and a broken vase.

“Why are you smiling? The husband asks. “We just broke your window and apparently destroyed your vase, as well.”

“Actually, that vase was my prison for hundreds of years,” the smiling man says. “I’m a genie. And since you’ve released me, I can grant you a wish. Sorry; whatever you’ve heard about three wishes, I can only grant you one.”

The golfer and his wife look at each other. “Well, the husband responds, “I guess the logical choice is money. Give us one million – make that ten million dollars.”

“Done. The money will be in your bank account tomorrow morning. Meanwhile, though, there’s something you could do for me. I’ve been cooped up inside that tiny bottle for so long without any female companionship. I’ve just put ten million dollars into your bank account; please let me take your wife upstairs and make love to her.”

Neither the golfer nor his wife can see anything wrong with the proposal, considering how generous the genie has been, so the wife follows him upstairs. A few hours later, the man comes back downstairs, followed by the wobbly, disheveled wife of the golfer. “Well, thank you for returning that favor,” he says to the golfer. “But tell me something – how old are you two?”

“I’m thirty; my wife is twenty-eight.”

“I see…and you still believe in genies?”

One time I was among 16 people who catapulted over an 18 foot electric fence.

Kavid Dsieniewicz

University researchers say that sabretooth tigers scaled around 1,000 pounds.

May the Lord be with you.

If I were David Ksieniewicz, I’d take a mulligan.

The carbon may have been in that cavern for 8,000 years, but I bet the carbon itself is much older than that since carbon is only created in stars.

There’s a term for what the monkeys did, birch bending.

Ironically, the research facility was conducting research on monkey escapes.

In 2011, a group of 16 monkeys escaped their enclosure.

I saw a Blue Hole that was 985’ deep and over 9000’ wide.

Is that how it’s done, jasonsnakelover??

That David’s name is to hard to copy to comment the story.

I wonder if those monkeys ever saw Project X. Sure, that one was about chimps, not monkeys, but you get the idea.

I’ll take the penalty for 2 Alex.

This is a story about a lawyer and one of his clients. This was a struggling young lawyer, only shortly out of law school, and a very old client. Seems it was a spinster lady who wanted estate planning done, and one who had never lost the flower of her youth, so to speak. She told the young lawyer “I don’t have long left on this planet, and there is one of life’s experiences I have never experienced (and we all know what we’re talking about, right?) Well, I have $250,000 left in my savings, and I know I’m old now, and not all that attractive, but for $25,000 I’m sure there must be some virile young man who’d be willing to provide me with that experience, and then in my will, I’ll give the balance to my church. Could you arrange that?” The lawyer said he’d try, and that night when he got home he spoke to his wife about it, and they both agreed that they could really use the money, and so this young lawyer advised his client that he would perform the services she required, and they arranged a time in mid-afternoon of the following day. The lawyer and his wife drove to the old woman’s house, and as he got out of the car to go inside, the lawyer asked her to just park out front and wait for him, as he would surely have given the old woman the experience she wanted in an hour or so. Well, one hour turned into two, and two turned into four, and it was starting to get dark, and the wife was growing quite concerned about what might have happened to the old lady, so she started honking the horn. Finally a window went up and the young lawyer, wearing only the suit that he was born in stuck his upper body out the window and called down to the wife: “Come back next week. She’s decided to let the County bury her.”

What that’s not saying is that the gator was part of a miniature golf course.

“Play the ball where it li— uh, yeah, nevermind.”

i’ve been holding carbon in me that’s 8001 years old

They were not trying to escape. Just having a bit of fun watching humans panic about The Takeover.

Take care, may renowned tripe interpreter Davy “Wow We’re On TV and Stuff” Jonesord be with you, and gesundheit.

Those monkeys are suckers for peanuts.

So, a desert is a “rain shadow”?

The monkeys were smart, but not very smart.

I suppose a prime example of a rain shadow would be the Gobi desert, which formed behind the Himalayas.

This has happened before. Marlin Perkins made Jim Fowler play the ball from it’s lie.

I’m being followed by a rain shadow. Rain shadow, rain shadow

I’m going to guess he dropped that one.

so, an example of a rain shadow is Death Valley. Had to look it up because I couldn’t picture it in my mind. Not dead yet, because I learned something new today!

Yup. Eastern Oregon, eastern Washington, Idaho, Nevada, Utah, Australia west of the Blue mountains, and other places.

Richard Gibson and Believe It Or Not have a lot to learn about Rain Shadows. The ONLY thing they got right was that the mountains block rainy weather. I live in the rain shadow of the Olympic Mountains & it certainly isn’t ‘Devoid’ of life here. https://www.sequim-real-estate-blog.com/the-sequim-blue-hole-a-map-of-rainfall/