Poor damned kids funny though.I went to high school with a girl who's last name was Hunt.
She had a brother one year behind her named Michael.
Her older sister was one of my older sister's best friends.
My brother's best friend's last name was Butt.
He had a cousin named Bertha.
Hand-to-god truth. All of it.
Oh man! Sophomore year welding shop.. Mr. Zedeker.. we called him “pudgy digits”.. because he had such short, fat, pudgy fingers.. and he was oblivious to anything that went on in there.. I mean, we’re talking about 15 year old kids, just dickin’ around, first class of the day, with welding shit and acetylene torches and what not.. that sounds absolutely insane to me now! But it was great! We’d all just huddle up in a booth and smoke cigarettes, smoke going up the vacuum chute.. and when done, *VOOOOMP!* butts up the vacuum chute.. We made MANY a teacher our bitches.. but Mr. Zedeker was just oblivious. The other welding teacher, who was not my welding teacher, but my FFA teacher, was so high strung.. he would flip out.. he kept Skoal in his personal fridge in his office, and of course, we would steal it.. he wouldn’t let me take a hall pass one time, so I pissed in a Gatorade bottle under my desk and threw it in his trash can.. it was back when the bottles were the gray, non see through color, but he knew, and couldn’t believe it.. he asked if I did right when the bell rang.. I told him to take a sip and find out for himself..In our rowdy tenth-grade metal shop class, we had a substitute one day.
Very first minute, he writes his name on the blackboard and gives us this:
" Hello class. My name is Mr. Myers. You can remember this easily. It's not my nose. It's not my eyes. it's my ears. Myers. My Ears. Get it? hahahaha.. "
I looked over at the guy next to me and said, "this guy will be dead before he hits the ground.. "
Nailed it amigo!I get the feeling you came up with the name "Pudgy Digits."