Did anybody get in trouble, when they were Teenagers?

[sweatmachine]

Hedge you just reminded me of something.

When I was in 8th grade PE class we had this asshole coach for our instructor. Coach McDonald. He had cut off most of one thumb with a chainsaw while trimming trees on campus, so everyone called him "old nine and a half". He was a total asshole, he was the head football coach and I was just in regular ol' gym class, so he treated us like total shit. the football team and track team had practice right after our PE period, so instead of playing softball or flag football etc we had to set up their equipment. We all complained to our parents etc but nothing changed. He also had this old piece of shit truck he was really proud of and he always talked about how great it was, but it was total shit.

So one day he pulls his POS truck around to the football field stands/bleachers and tells us that "Today ladies we're going to clean all the trash from under the bleachers and put it in my truck" and he waddled back to the girls' dressing room or wherever he hung out.

A friend of mine said "fuck this asshole, let's see if he left the door unlocked." And of course the dumbass did. We cleaned every single scrap of trash from that field and bleachers. It had never been cleaner. We took all that trash and put it in his truck. In the cab, that is. Man I tell you that cab was loaded to the windows with soda cans, cups, popcorn tubs, old cotton candy, you name it. LOADED. We even dumped cans of mildewy water all over his seat which was ripped to shreds so the grime soaked right into the foam. The thing was packed full of shit.

So the hour is over and he waddles his fat ass back out to the field to check our work. He said "well, you ladies managed to do a pretty good job!" Then, he walks over to his truck and sees that there isn't any garbage in the bed, looks puzzled, then opens the door. A pile of shit big enough to fill a wheelbarrow falls out. His jaw drops, I swear you could see the steam coming from his ears. We stood firm, confident in our solidarity. There were 20 of us, all equally guilty. We had our revenge. He said "I'll give $200 to whoever tells me who did this" and one little tattle tale pinned the blame on a friend of mine. My friend went to the principle, told her the story, and in the end the coach got in trouble for making us clean the field. Oh, and we beat the crap out of the tattle tale fuck.

It was fun. I still hate that bastard, I'd love to meet his old ass in some dark alley somewhere.

[Hedge]

That's funny shit! What would be even funnier is if you found him in that dark alleyway and he was nothing more than a stumblebum looking for a hand-out!