Comments on: Crazy Things The Brits Will Bet On

By: Ranger J

Ranger J — Thu, 23 Jul 2009 15:34:06 +0000

During the “skinny jean” 80s, my teen-aged brother bet my father that bell bottoms would not come back. He sure got that wrong…

By: b

Wed, 11 Mar 2009 20:48:00 +0000

Being in Catastrophe Reinsurance (insuring insurance companies) I essentially bet every day that something very bad might happen. However, every year for the Atlantic Hurricane season (6/1 – 11/30) I organize a disaster pool for my office. It covers everything from number of (US) land falling storms to terroist attacks and pretty much everything in between.

By: Wayne

Wayne — Wed, 11 Mar 2009 19:52:00 +0000

In 1999 I had a bet with a co-worker for total number of deaths in Times Square on NYE for Y2K.

I maintained nothing would happen because it would be the safest place in the world with all the extra security for that year. I won $20 for nothing happening.

If anything had happened, I would’ve had to pay $1 per body and 25 cents per appendage lost in any mayhem.

I also had a $100 bet with a friend that nothing out of the ordinary would happen to computers worldwide on Y2K because I figured there was too much money to be lost if anything would happen. That means I started out the year 2000 making $120 per second, or I was on track to make $3,153,600,000 for the year!

By: Kate

Kate — Wed, 11 Mar 2009 12:23:00 +0000

When I was 18 I won a bet presented to me by THE ENTIRE PHOENIX HIGHSCHOOL MARCHING BAND. I was the percussion captain at the time, and I wasn’t exactly the most girly girl in the universe. The WHOLE BAND passed around a band hat and filled it with change and paper money (the largest was a 50 dollar bill from the Band Director himself…) and it amounted to 253.14 dollars. They said that they would give me the money if I put on a dress of their chosing, marched the Chinese Newyear Parade in San Francisco IN FEBRUARY in the dress (I played Quad Toms, very heavy with a boob-squashing harness), then successfully asked a stranger for his phone number and made said stranger buy me a coke. It had to be coke. Specifically. I did it. I still own the dress (a lime green, black, and white striped halter dress and black mary-janes), I was hooted and hollered at the entire parade, I got the phone number and kept in contact with him until this day, and I never spent the money. Its sitting in a jar in my Mom’s garage until I really need it. I think the band was trying to tell me something, though…

By: Kande

Kande — Wed, 11 Mar 2009 01:03:00 +0000

I’m not much of a better myself, but I was able to witness one of the best bets ever! In order to prove that women are simply weak and bikini waxing couldn’t possibly be as painful as we let on, a male friend took on a susbstantial bet and … had his, umm, “nether cleavage” waxed WITH WITNESSES. It was disturbing, but his admission that it was the most painful thing he’d ever done was infinitely rewarding.