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Pastimes : Where the GIT's are going -- Ignore unavailable to you. Want to Upgrade?

To: Carolyn who wrote (146940)	6/25/2007 10:03:26 PM
From: Ish	Read Replies (2) \| Respond to of 225578

I have been watching a TV football movie. Brought back a few things. I never was a jock, too small and could only catch a cold. I tried football and didn't even make the bench. Now the line and swimming coach was called Bert, short for Bertagnolli, big, mean and hot tempered and some thought even God feared him. I gave him some onya and lived and gave him more. One day I gave his wife a half a toilet seat to give him and ran the next day trying to keep him from killing me. Now he had a daughter, Leslie, not a Jessica Simpson but right damn pretty in a classical sense and had an IQ higher than all on this thread put together. She's now a lawyer, makes more than John Edwards and stays out of the news. Back to the story. We had the graduation night party and people were dancing and having fun. Leslie was sitting next to Bert and his wife and I went over and asked Leslie to dance. And sonofabitch we did and Bert didn't kill me even when we kissed goodnight an hour later. Now I'm getting to the end. Year later I get permission to hunt a spot between college and home. Not a jock but I was a damn good hunter and shooter. I shot a pheasant that was huge and Bert always wanted a pheasant for his wife to cook so I took it to the high school swimming pool. Walked in and said hi Bert and he told the swimmers to toss me in the pool. I showed him the bird and he told them to get me a chair and whatever else I wanted. Now that was the end of the tale but there's more. Back then there were contests for longists tail fweathers, mine was 29" but the usual winner was 26". I shot one feather off and gave the other to my girlfriend. She thought she saw me naked with another girl and cut my feather into 1" pieces and there went my new boots.