Your feel good Friday story

[Saniflush]

Charles kicked my ass my junior and senior years.  I have some seriously funny Coach Lee stories. 

Gotta hear those.  He's married to my cousin Joyce.

[Snaggletiger]

Gotta hear those.  He's married to my cousin Joyce.

Over beers...March 6th.

[Saniflush]

Over beers...March 6th.

I'll see those stories and raise you Philippino dancer stories.

[Snaggletiger]

I'll see those stories and raise you Philippino dancer stories.

Hell, let's skip the baseball lies and stories.  Were the dancers naked?

[War Eagle!!!]

What is happening on March 6th? I like beers and stories about Coach Lee!

[Snaggletiger]

What is happening on March 6th? I like beers and stories about Coach Lee!

Uumm...nothing.  March 6th??  Who said anything about March 6th?  Nothing to see here.  Move along to another thread.

Actually, it's a tentative date to possibly have a get together and have a few brews in honor of the return from the desert of one of our very own.  The Pale Rider.  However, he's been busy having copious amounts of sex since coming home and he has yet to come up for air.  Not sure he'll be ready by the 6th.

[Saniflush]

Were the dancers naked?

Of course.

[lifesapplepie]

Charles Lee is still hanging tough.

HAHHA, I see Coach Lee just about every time I go home.  Coach Lee and My dad are really good friends...they live right down the street from each other.  We joke around that Coach Lee and Joyce and my parents are attached at the hip.

BTW... my dad was probably around when you were there.  He started coaching there in the early 70's.  Coach Wilson.

[Saniflush]

HAHHA, I see Coach Lee just about every time I go home.  Coach Lee and My dad are really good friends...they live right down the street from each other.  We joke around that Coach Lee and Joyce and my parents are attached at the hip.

Next time you see her tell her Howard said hey.  That'll freak her out trying to figure out the connection.

[Snaggletiger]

HAHHA, I see Coach Lee just about every time I go home.  Coach Lee and My dad are really good friends...they live right down the street from each other.  We joke around that Coach Lee and Joyce and my parents are attached at the hip.

BTW... my dad was probably around when you were there.  He started coaching there in the early 70's.  Coach Wilson.

You're dad is a child molester.  He paddled my ass several times. 

I keed..not about the paddling though.  He lit my ass up. (That's from a time when "He lit my ass up" meant you got the board)

Quick story.  The coolest thing you could do during high school was to leave campus..legally.  At P.E. one day, big ole, lumbering Coach Abernathy told me and a buddy to run down to Hardees and pick him up a Big Twin and super sized fries.  We did and when we got back in the parking lot and started walking towards the coaches offices, Coach Wilson nabbed us.  "Alright guys, you know you can't leave campus.  I believe the Hardees bag is all the evidence I need."

But, Coach Wilson, Coach Ab sent us there.  This is for Coach Ab.

I don't want to hear it.  You're not supposed to leave campus.

Coach Ab...Coach Ab (Handing Hardees bag to him) Tell him Coach Ab.

Shut up and grab that table. (Pulls out the freakin' terminator paddle board from hell)

Coach Ab, man that ain't right.  Tell him. (Coach Ab can't speak.  His mouth is full of Big Twin and fries and a big ass grin on his face.)  Coach Ab...

WHACK

Come on Coach Ab....WHACK.  Damn Coach Ab, you know you're wrong for that.

We had to laugh because we knew we got abused big time.  That was back in the day when you could straighten kids out with a big ass stick.  Gettin' lit up was actually a badge of honor back then.   

[Saniflush]

You're dad is a child molester.  He paddled my ass several times. 

I keed..not about the paddling though.  He lit my ass up. (That's from a time when "He lit my ass up" meant you got the board)

Quick story.  The coolest thing you could do during high school was to leave campus..legally.  At P.E. one day, big ole, lumbering Coach Abernathy told me and a buddy to run down to Hardees and pick him up a Big Twin and super sized fries.  We did and when we got back in the parking lot and started walking towards the coaches offices, Coach Wilson nabbed us.  "Alright guys, you know you can't leave campus.  I believe the Hardees bag is all the evidence I need."

But, Coach Wilson, Coach Ab sent us there.  This is for Coach Ab.

I don't want to hear it.  You're not supposed to leave campus.

Coach Ab...Coach Ab (Handing Hardees bag to him) Tell him Coach Ab.

Shut up and grab that table. (Pulls out the freakin' terminator paddle board from hell)

Coach Ab, man that ain't right.  Tell him. (Coach Ab can't speak.  His mouth is full of Big Twin and fries and a big ass grin on his face.)  Coach Ab...

WHACK

Come on Coach Ab....WHACK.  Damn Coach Ab, you know you're wrong for that.

We had to laugh because we knew we got abused big time.  That was back in the day when you could straighten kids out with a big ass stick.  Gettin' lit up was actually a badge of honor back then.   

I am gonna lose what little respect I had for you if you don't follow up with a payback story!

[Snaggletiger]

I am gonna lose what little respect I had for you if you don't follow up with a payback story!

But, I enjoyed too much.  I went to Hardees every day for two weeks after that.

[Saniflush]

But, I enjoyed too much.  I went to Hardees every day for two weeks after that.

jeez.  They say the younger generation is a bunch of puds.

[Snaggletiger]

After the second week, I had to yell "Oklahoma"

[lifesapplepie]

You're dad is a child molester.  He paddled my ass several times. 

I keed..not about the paddling though.  He lit my ass up. (That's from a time when "He lit my ass up" meant you got the board)

Quick story.  The coolest thing you could do during high school was to leave campus..legally.  At P.E. one day, big ole, lumbering Coach Abernathy told me and a buddy to run down to Hardees and pick him up a Big Twin and super sized fries.  We did and when we got back in the parking lot and started walking towards the coaches offices, Coach Wilson nabbed us.  "Alright guys, you know you can't leave campus.  I believe the Hardees bag is all the evidence I need."

But, Coach Wilson, Coach Ab sent us there.  This is for Coach Ab.

I don't want to hear it.  You're not supposed to leave campus.

Coach Ab...Coach Ab (Handing Hardees bag to him) Tell him Coach Ab.

Shut up and grab that table. (Pulls out the freakin' terminator paddle board from hell)

Coach Ab, man that ain't right.  Tell him. (Coach Ab can't speak.  His mouth is full of Big Twin and fries and a big ass grin on his face.)  Coach Ab...

WHACK

Come on Coach Ab....WHACK.  Damn Coach Ab, you know you're wrong for that.

We had to laugh because we knew we got abused big time.  That was back in the day when you could straighten kids out with a big ass stick.  Gettin' lit up was actually a badge of honor back then.   

hahaha...I got that paddlin' several times from dad!! I used to come home and he would paddle me for not doing anything...  I would say "dad, I didn't do anything"  and he would say "yes you did, you just didn't get caught".   

[Snaggletiger]

I was there when your pops manhandled two guys that were throwing haymakers at each other.  One was on the wrestling team and was a stout 205.  Coach Wilson was not the biggest dude in the world but he had both guys by the chest and pinned up against a stair rail.  They were both struggling..but they weren't moving. 

I just went, "Daayyyuummm".

[War Eagle!!!]

People say I am a lot like my old man....so don't fuck with me bitches!!!

[Tarheel]

This thread looks like it took an incredibly hilarious turn but I need to read it while I'm sober tomorrow.

[Tiger Wench]

He paddled my ass several times. 

I keed..not about the paddling though.  He lit my ass up. (That's from a time when "He lit my ass up" meant you got the board)

I just got all tingly...