Funniest Memory from Last Season

[Laird Nasty]

I still think that someone who thought they lost their money then found it was the funniest moment I can think of. By the way bro, You got your dough or what. I told you that you didn't lose it. 

[C Dragonworks]

No that would simply be TRF!

As the sayings go, "It's all fun and games until someone loses and eye...then it's hilarious", or "Comedy is when someone falls down a manhole and dies...Tragedy is when I cut my finger."

So...would Irony be when someone falls on you and cuts you?

[valt]

"Suffering"? Is that what you would call taking pictures? Because the ones I have seen only make me curious about the ones that aren't public.

It truly is suffering.  I mean, I have learned that you can develop blisters on your knees from kneeling in the sand too much while taking picture of girls in swimsuits on the beach.  And that the mosquitoes out there will try to carry you off.  Then there is the hours spent baking cupcakes for photo props and having to taste test them.  Its grueling work I tell ya.

And there really aren't any yet that can't be made public...

[Blue66669]

Gimme an afternoon, a pair of fishnets, and a blowtorch. We'll see if we can make photos that aren't for basic human consumption.

[Breandan]

you and your Sunday hobbies, Bluesky

[Mouse]

you and your Sunday hobbies, Bluesky

Hey Blue, see you this Sunday!

[Rapier Half-Wit]

Gimme an afternoon, a pair of fishnets, and a blowtorch. We'll see if we can make photos that aren't for basic human consumption.

Hey, save that for Mouse's bachelor party. 

[Zaubon]

Gimme an afternoon, a pair of fishnets, and a blowtorch. We'll see if we can make photos that aren't for basic human consumption.

Just remember that he never takes on girls one at a time. The least I have seen is three at once and then the numbers go up like a rocket.

Zaubon

[KiltedPrivateer]

I recall the guy who wondered into our camp - He was in love with Everybody.  Hmm, wonder what he was on.  He was brushed off by three of our women before I showed up and escorted him to the drum circle where I deposited him.  He was the subject of many jokes that night.

[LadyJessica]

And then there was the story of the naked guy at Camp McShuggenah back in 2005??...

We had a few beach tents set up...you know the one's...they really have no door on them they're really just for shade when your at the beach.  Well we had two of those set up and everything was fine.  The evening was wonderful, had a few laughs...laughed at a few drunks stumbling through our area...you know...the usual stuff you see out in campgrounds, we all headed off to bed in the wee hours of the morning.  As usual I wake up at first light and decide that I need to hit the privy.  As I'm walking back I notice that there is someone in one of the 1/2 tents...
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and then I notice that he's naked, save for his boots.  At this point in time I just shake my head and try to wake up one of our guys in the group to help me with the drunk naked man.  We finally get him up and cover him with a towel that we gave to him, yes we gave it to him, I mean would you really want that back? Anyway, after pouring enough coffee and food into him we discover that he'd come through our camp earlier in the evening when we were all still up.  I then remembered that he'd been wearing a kilt.  It seems that at that moment it all came back to him because he said "huh,"  and looked around and pointed to a tree and said "yup, there it is".  There, for all to behold, was this man's kilt flying in the breeze 12 feet up in a tree at the back end of our area.  Apparently he'd decided to climb the tree in the middle of the night to see if he could see his camp.  (Because obviously you can tell in the dark which campfire out of the 1,000 or so campfires are yours.)  Upon discovering that he does not have built in night vision he attempts to get back out of said tree.  During the climb down his kilt gets caught in the tree and the guy falls out of the tree.  So drunk, hurt, and directionally challenged he proceeds to the nearest camp, ours, finds an empty tent and falls asleep.  After that he tucks the towel around his waist, climbs the tree to get his kilt and heads back to his own area.

[Breandan]

...and I get criticized by some people for not drinking.

[Mouse]

...and I get criticized by some people for not drinking.

The world needs witnesses my friend. Sober ones. Texas doesn't have enough of those...So, it's nigh upon two weeks to faire..and we are all abuzz..what say we get a yarn spun by Breandan, either here or Redux style?

[Breandan]

the only one's I have left are R-rated or worse

[LadyStitch]

Here is one of the favorites of our clan,

In 2005 one of our long time clan members had eye surgery, but still wanted to come so he dragged his buddy from work with him. It was his first Ren faire.  It was Saturday night and we already had about 2 bottles of mead in us each that night,  on top of what ever we had in the faire it's self.  Having reached to bottom of the last bottle we were wanting more, problem they were in the car's trunk, and the the work friend had the keys.  Unfortuantly said work friend had wandered off to other camps, and we had no idea where he was.  Hey he was between us and our alcohol, he had to be found!
In our addled brains the only way we could think of finding him was to ALL 30 of us stand up and shout "DUFF!!!!!!!!"  At the top of our lungs all at once.   He didn't show up.  Grumpily we sat back down and less than 2 minutes later in walk about 10 people carrying jello shots!  They came in because we sounded like fun.  No sign of Duff until the next morning but he did make it up to us by  calling his name Jello shots appeared! Since then the call of  "DUFF!"  is a good thing.  He makes booze appear.   

Funny enough 4 years later Duff met my fuzzier half (he wasn't at TRF that year)  and Duff is now the other half of the Flamingo brothers. And people wonder why I get gray hairs when they go to TRF together.

[Zardoz]

I don't really have one good one from last season, it's always a bunch of little things. 
  One thing that I personally got a laugh out of was how even though I always tell folks it's impossible to find anyone at TRF,  people I knew kept finding me!  After a while I realized it usually happened around the Sherwood Forest area... Because every time anybody asked my friends where I was, they'd say Circa Paleo!