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Originally posted by Woodsy
semi happy ending PGS;
Well I was a late bloomer,
as a Freshman I was about 5' 5" 180
put this with the big spectacles I wore and a camp tuttle (think pine trees) t-shirt I showed up to football two-a-days in the summer before my freshman year and you get a large 17 year old remarking,
"HEY that kid looks like woodsy the owl,"
hence my nick name I still carry.
it was amusing to the older guys on said football team to hear me sing the woodsy the owl song 9 gve a hoot dont pollute) on the bus, who was I to argue.
all good natured fun, eh. well add to this that i did not really hang with the jock guys much. My buddys went skiing on the weekend (poorly) and played Dungeons & Dragons. Yes gaming freshman year.
so a sophmore decides to ride me, towel snapping, tittie twisters, wedgies, the whole nine.
once even gets my ass off the ground lifting me by my nipples,
ass hole.
I decide to wrestle. first match pinned in 37 seconds, impressive no?!?
so the years go on & puberty finally catchs hold of my sorry self & with some friends I discover the weight room. Junior year I am playin footbal @ 215 & wrestling @ 171, & winning mostly. I am about 5'9" by then.
Mr. prick begins to avoid me like the plague.
he graduates & hangs around (one of those guys)
so Sr year i am my curent height of 6', 235# wrestled heavy weight that year & even wrestling 275# doods take region & place 3rd in state. loose 3 matches all year.
So, I run into mr prick @ a party in the summer that year.
I am out a school & have been having safety meetings all day with friends.
Mr. Prick : Heey woodsy how you doin
me: ya know you were always such a prick to me in school
him: ya foolin around ya know, he hah he....
me: it was nt funny
I step towards him as menacingly as my stoned ass could & dood drops his beer & stumbles backward to fall on his ass.
me & my freinds ( a lot of the same kids I gamed with earlier) just laughed & laughed. he walked away after getting to his feet grumbling & left.
still see him around sometimes now that i moved back to SLC, & honestly I stil snicker
In the city or in the woods, help keep America looking good!
i was tiny, the juniors in my soccer coach's class named me Mr. Keebler. it stuck for four years.