Not for Luna
Okay, I don't have much to update. I've sorta ended up in a bummer mood today.
So, when I was in highschool I played on the softball team. One day in my Sophmore year it was raining so we had to go into the gym. We didn't really feel like hitting or throwing or anything softball related but we had to be there a certain amount of time and I don't remember why.
Anyhow, the coaches that we had at the time, Aileen and Suzie (Suzie was a hottie) took our team aside and taught us a little exchange. Now before you get in a tizzy and wonder how they could teach this to a bunch of Sophmores, this was the varsity team and most of the team was made up of seniors. I was the youngest on the team at the time.
It is completely useless and I have no idea how I even remember the entire thing, but this is how it goes.
First off someone has to say the word Fuck. Once that is said the exchange begins and it is done between two people. Each line of the exchange is alternating between the two people. Ready for this totally useless and boring exchange?
Fuck
Fuck you die
If I die, who'll carry the mail?
I'll carry the mail.
Through the woods?
Hell yeah through the woods.
What about the bears?
Fuck the bears.
You'd fuck a bear?
Hell yeah I'd fuck a bear and I'd fuck a lion's mother.
Well you lion mother fucker, I ought to tie you to a tree and feed you Exlax for the rest of your life.
Then the next person says: Fuck
and the whole exchange happens again.
And this is about the only written thing I ever remembered from high school. How sad is that.
So, when I was in highschool I played on the softball team. One day in my Sophmore year it was raining so we had to go into the gym. We didn't really feel like hitting or throwing or anything softball related but we had to be there a certain amount of time and I don't remember why.
Anyhow, the coaches that we had at the time, Aileen and Suzie (Suzie was a hottie) took our team aside and taught us a little exchange. Now before you get in a tizzy and wonder how they could teach this to a bunch of Sophmores, this was the varsity team and most of the team was made up of seniors. I was the youngest on the team at the time.
It is completely useless and I have no idea how I even remember the entire thing, but this is how it goes.
First off someone has to say the word Fuck. Once that is said the exchange begins and it is done between two people. Each line of the exchange is alternating between the two people. Ready for this totally useless and boring exchange?
Fuck
Fuck you die
If I die, who'll carry the mail?
I'll carry the mail.
Through the woods?
Hell yeah through the woods.
What about the bears?
Fuck the bears.
You'd fuck a bear?
Hell yeah I'd fuck a bear and I'd fuck a lion's mother.
Well you lion mother fucker, I ought to tie you to a tree and feed you Exlax for the rest of your life.
Then the next person says: Fuck
and the whole exchange happens again.
And this is about the only written thing I ever remembered from high school. How sad is that.
posted by Bravie at 5:10 PM
24 Comments:
I played softball in school too, 9th and 10th grade. I was co-captain, as a freshman. I played in the City, and we sucked. But it was the best.
I was having an awesome game. I had thrown a runner out at second. I had caught a perfect relay from the center fielder and tagged a girl out at the plate. I had hit a single. I was about to steal second. I took off my jacket. Everyone knew what was coming.
I ran. I dug hard. The field was wet, making sliding difficult. I hit the bag. There were two sounds: "Crunch" and "Safe." Then there was screaming, massive screaming and tears.
I broke my ankle.
I don't believe I said, "fuck" though. I don't think that was in my vocabulary yet.
I continued to play until about four years ago when I tore (slightly) my right achilles. Ended up casted and on crutches. Got myself healed and then the next season I tore my left achilles.
The Achilles is one of the most painful injuries that I can ever remember and I won't chance that again.
BTW: The first tear happened three days before we went to New Mexico for a week's vacation.
The second tear happened about three weeks before we went to Vegas for vacation.
Michelle became very strict about my activities leading up to vacations after that.
Finally! The weiner lovin' lesbian fits a stereotype!
*smooch* feel better today!
You made my butt sting and I will not say that f-word.
dood, check your email.
that is all.
How did I make your butt sting?
Who, Rose? Me? I have no mail. You never send me mail. Why don't you ever send me mail? waaaaah.
That is just odd.
LMAO. It is odd. But it makes me laugh and i felt the need for a laugh.
dood, I totally sent you mail.
Check again.
I totally got it. *smooch*
and thank you. Those nudie pictures were wonderful. *grin*
pervs!
I have just been informed that unicorns=virgins!
I'm a unicorn. *snoooort*
I couldn't even type that with a straight face.
A weinermobile riding, boxed wine drinkin' unicorn. Yeah...sure.
Oh, and you need a mod. There is entirely too much swearing in this blog.
*gasp* Were her pictures better than mine? *pout*
I don't ever compare one to the other. All my girls are beautiful. Not one more than the other. Each is unique and perfect in their own way. *grin*
Holy crap. The news was just doing some story on home prices in the bay area. The average cost of home here? *gasp* Are you read for this? $616,000. I'm sorry, that is just ridiculous. Why won't Michelle let us move? *pout*
*smooch*
Well, I'm glad you said that. Otherwise, I might have felt the need to expose myself some more. *grin*
Well in that case.......
*flashes*
You? had a strange high school hottie coach.
And ya know, I should have sent you that email I might have accidentally deleted. I'll have to look for it.
Woooo Hoooooo Arkie.
Ooooooh, another email? Are you sending me nudie pics too? *giggle*
It's official, we traded Tim Rattay to Tampa Bay. I might not take TB this week in the football pool.
ummm. wow. oh the home prices.
Average here?
$110,000.
And we got a good deal in a small neighborhood, which means we didn't pay nearly that much.
I can't imagine paying more than $250,000 for a home, ever.
*blink*
*blink*
*goes to read next post*
I rarely get mail myself.
That is all.
I "retired" after that year. Obviously I couldn't play all casted up and whatnot. And then my junior year is when I moved out, so I had to work and had no time for after-school activities.
I played a little in a league at Kings Dominion (local theme park), but it wasn't the same.
Plus, it was slow pitch, and in high school it was fast pitch.
BTW: I, got ejected once for mouthing off at the umpire. It was my fault because I had slung my bat a few times. Oops.
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