Best prop bets you've made

[ColdCaller]

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I bet $100 on where I went to dinner the night before and won.

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Haven't you also won a who has the most cash on them bet?

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Big wallet is one of my favorite prop bets.

[KillerPony]

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One of my buddies is a MMA fighter and had to cut weight. He said he could cut 1 pound in no time just by spitting. I bet him he could not fill up a 16oz. glass of spit in 2 minutes...I won, barely.

I have a bet going now that I won't move to Vegas in a year and stay for a year...I plan on collecting on that one.

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so about the losing a pound in no time by spitting... is that possible?

[GoblinMason (Craig)]

I bet stacysmom $20 last night that I could run a faster mile than him if he gave me a 1 minute headstart. After stripping down to boxers and tshirts, climbing a few fences to use the local HS track with snow on the ground, I won by about 20 yards. Stacysmom almost passed out, started throwing up, and couldn't walk home; we almost took him to the ER.

I would've felt bad about taking his $20, but right before the race stacysmom shotgunned that "injuries are fair game."

-Craig

[johnnybeef]

The last time I was in Vegas, Irieguy and I were hanging out with one of his stripper friends up at Tangerine at TI. It was pretty late so all three of us were tortured. For some reason which I can no longer recall, we left Tangerine and started hanging out in front of Kahunaville (which for those of you who don't know anything about TI is at the totally opposite end of the casino.) Down there, I notice a smokin hot chick walking our way. I nudged Irie on the shoulder, and told him to check her out. In his drunken state, he tells me that there is no way in hell that she would ever talk to me, and that there was $100 for me if I could get her to say five words to me (which is ironic since every female he has introduced me to absolutely loves me.) So I pull a $20 bill out of my pocket and I go up to her and tell her to put it into a slot machine for me, and I'll let her keep the profit if she hits. She acts kind of confused, but goes with it, and asks me a question. Upon hearing this Irie comes up to us, and gives me the $100. I proceed to grab the $20 bill out of her hand, and walk away. I fealt kinda bad for using the tactics that I did, so we decide to put the $100 on the don't pass line at a craps table, and split the winnings if we hit. To make a long story short, the dude hit, and Irie was left -$100, and I was left with an amusing anecdote.

[Christmas Steve]

Near Santa Clara University (California) is/was a franchise of Cluck U. Chicken http://www.cluckuchicken.com/. The store used to have a contest: eat 1 dozen of its hottest buffalo wings, the "Global Thermonuclear" level, within 10 minutes; during this time, the contestant was not allowed to drink anything, nor even to use napkins to wipe his face or hands. Furthermore, the contestant had to keep everything down for five whole minutes after finishing the wings, again without taking a drink or wiping off the sauce. For this feat of gastrointestinal fortitude, the valiant successful contestant would win...a T-shirt!

In 1995, I was working in downtown San Jose, when mention of this contest as a collegiate rite of passage was mentioned one day at lunch with my colleagues. I worked the conversation around so that I was challenged to do this contest, but I demanded, and got, 20:1 odds on the event (not being merely satisfied with pride & a T-shirt!). 10 people bet me $20 each, and all I had at risk was the $10 it cost to purchase the wings. Finally, we picked the following Friday to hold the contest, as we could take a longer lunch on Fridays.

This was possibly the most painful experience of my life.

These wings were coated with what tasted like raw, undiluted cayenne sauce. By the second wing, tears were openly streaming down my face. I wiped a lock of hair (back when I HAD hair) out of my eyes, and a stray bit of sauce on my wrist left a trail of fire on my forehead that I felt two days later.

I managed to hold on and finish the wings, and even suffer through the five minute waiting period, much to the amazement of the 10 bettors and the at least 15 other people from our office who came to laugh at the proceedings. My main motivation, of course, was the cash, which I insisted everyone pony up on the table in front of me before beginning. Knowing that much pain was going to be involved, I definitely didn't want to worry about collecting.

I finally completed the bet and collected the pot, to much laughter and applause, and washed up. We drove back to the office, with people still congratulating me (and shaking their heads). I smiled, and shook everyone's hand.

Of course, I then went into the most isolated restroom I could find, and lost that lunch as quickly as possible. It felt like my entire alimentary canal was painted in neon, from lips to as****e. I scrubbed my hands like Macbeth's wife for 15 solid minutes, but I could still feel the hot sauce IN my skin. I ended up leaving my contact lenses in for three straight days, for fear I'd contaminate them and hurt my eyes.

Was it worth it? $200 for 15 minutes work isn't a bad score, minus the $5 I quickly shelled out for the economy size Pepto-Bismol. I suppose the real measurement is, would I take that wager again for similar stakes, or even higher stakes?

The answer to that one, is HELL no! [img]/images/graemlins/crazy.gif[/img]