Man, the thread about terrorism never ending is getting me depressed. So, how 'bout a happier one?

Originally I was going to title this thread, "Ever have any bad coaches?" (but that might be kind of limiting). So this ain't the funniest story but sort of gives me a kick anyway.

I had a soccer coach one year who was a real nut. Claimed that [he] "is the chariot master and you are my horses." If only we had been playing polo, we might have been a much better team. The following year, my soccer coach HATED me. He liked to make me run an extra lap around the park (a pretty decent run) at the slightest provocation. The other kids actually noticed this. However, my mouth was at odds with my brain. The two compromised - rather than yelling obscenties at my coach, and rather than saying nothing at all, I would merely grumble and mumble my displeasure. Unfortunately, coach didn't like that either. Old standbys such as "bet you he's gonna make me run another lap" or "see you in a few minutes mumble grumble" were Golden Tickets to an all-expenses-paid tour around the park.

Oh sure, I complained to my parents that the guy was a real jerk. That he really hated me. It all fell on deaf ears. Until, that is, coach was arrested for fighting at a bar while carrying a concealed weapon. Turns out he was already on probation, which the league didn't know about. I've never been on probation, but I guess you're not supposed to get in fights at bars unless your probation officer is with you or something. So he was fired pretty quick. I felt vindicated (TOLD you he was a jerk). That was it for me and soccer though. Kind of lost interest.

Our 10th grade phys ed teacher was a drunk. My friend and I had him for "health" class as well as Gym. We'd spend health class laughing our asses off. It was like watching Foster Brooks teach Health. Mostly he was too drunk to notice. Occasionally he'd get pissed and call us a couple of "giggly girls", but we were like the only 2 actually awake so he never kicked us out.

In gym he'd give anyone that wasn't on the football team a hard time for awhile, then he'd go off to his office to drink. One day my buddy and I decided that when he came back we'd be "super athletes", so we set up some badminton equipment. We put some steel washers in the birdies and found we could hit it about 50 yards. So we set up some boundary lines, and the dude comes out half crocked to see us playing mega-badminton on this huge-ass court, the birdie whistling back and forth faster and further than he'd ever seen. Lol - he was damn impressed! "That's pretty good! Uhhhh.... maybe I was wrong about you two..." That's when we broke down on the ground laughing and couldn't catch our breath for about ten minutes. He walked away in disgust. "Damned 'giggly girls'!"

In my first "real-ish" computer class (7th grade) I had a young lady teacher. THANK GOD, the other computer teacher was a 70 year old lady that was super strict and mean as heck.

Anyway...

I don't know if the young and good looking teacher was doing this on purpose but she would wear almost everyday this shirt that was cut off at the shoulders. So, it had no straps over the shoulders it was just held there by her boobs I guess.

Well, every guy in the class would pay attention to her because every time she bent over her desk or to pick something up from the floor she would expose her boobs to the whole class. At her desk she would be writing in such a position to have the boobs displayed almost constantly.

None of us understood it because it was pretty obvious to all of us. We thought she was a major freak because she would wear that same shirt like 2-3 days out of the week so it was like if she did it on purpose or something.

Also, I’m not talking about seeing the tops of the boobs or boobs in a bra but boobs in all their glory. Put it this way…we knew that the type of bra she used with that shirt was not a standard bra but one that simply held up the boobs (help me ladies is there such a thing?) so we saw everything basically.

So…that whole year we were treated to a boob feast and considering she was pretty good looking even into high school we all remembered that class.

So, for Jr. High and High school lady teachers (heck some elementary now a days)…test your cloth for “viewablity” (LOL)…because the young guys in your classroom aint going to point out the problem.

wow, what a great teacher! I feel deprived :( She was definitely doing that on purpose! Guess she got a kick out of it! That's pretty sweet.

I don't know how funny this is really. It's more of a youth causing trouble story.

Growing up I had one of those Balloon Launchers (pretty popular at the time). They are surgical tubing with foam handles and a cloth pouch that make a large slingshot.

Well me and my friend took a jumbo balloon, put an egg in it, a kiwi, bug spray, deodorant, urine, orange juice, apple juice, ice cubes and tomato juice in this balloon. We didn't fill it all the way otherwise it would have been too large for the pouch. So we go out into the alley behind my house and fire it down the alley. It went a lot further than we had expected. It went into the cross street intersection right as a bicyclist was going by, struck him in the leg, he lost control ran into the back of a parked car and slid up the trunk to the point of where his head was on the roof. It looked like he was knocked out. Me and my friend ran like there was no tomorrow. We were able to see him from the kitchen in my house, he gathered himself and then had to walk his bike because his front wheel was bent to hell. Of course this was after trying to spend 5 minutes getting the coagulated goo off of his leg. I sure would have been pissed if I were him or the car owner who had a huge dent and scrapes on the car from the guy. I guess thoughtless stupidity is part of growing up.

Part of growing up in the Snow Belt was "bombing" cars with snowballs. I didn't have much accuracy but I could throw really far, which was useful for remaining concealed, because the occasional male driver would leave their vehicle to chase down us little urchins.

Anyway one day we're firing on this car... everyone was missing. It's now well down the street and I launch one of my patented ICBM shots with a hang time that seemed like about a minute or so... SMACK! right on the roof! Everyone starts to scatter... "Let's Go!". I look and I see a Priest get out of the car. I just couldn't make myself run away. He sees this dumb kid standing there way down the block and walks down to ask me if I knew who did it. When I admitted the deed he was kind of impressed that I could throw that far. We then walked to my house and he had a talk with me and my Mom. He was a pretty cool guy, actually.

Another time we were had a run-in with some other guys. After it was over and they'd walked well away I picked an apple off someone's tree and said "I bet I can hit 'em". Wagers were made and I let fly. The apple made this beautiful, breathtakingly high arc and, as if some magic spell had been cast, exploded rather remarkably into applesauce on top of the head of the chief troublemaker of the other bunch. We all busted up laughing, including his buddies, so there wasn't a 2nd fight.