tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34767060.post4525935974239822790..comments2023-10-23T09:45:37.568-05:00Comments on Blog? I thought you said Dog!: Storytimetoddhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07990024962030851436noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34767060.post-90982940600712797542011-10-10T09:51:56.354-05:002011-10-10T09:51:56.354-05:00lol! Ya, a classic tale:)lol! Ya, a classic tale:)eddiehttp://www.edhess.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34767060.post-36823928370289128502011-10-09T17:04:28.213-05:002011-10-09T17:04:28.213-05:00Eddie, is your real name C.D. Bales?
Roxanne Kowa...Eddie, is your real name C.D. Bales?<br /><br /><i>Roxanne Kowalski: So why did you say those things? <br />C.D. Bales [hidden]: Tell her you were afraid. <br />Chris McConnell: Because I was afraid. <br />Roxanne Kowalski: Of me? Afraid of what? <br />C.D. Bales: Tell her you were afraid of words. <br />Chris McConnell: What? <br />C.D. Bales: Words. <br />Chris McConnell: Because I was afraid of worms, Roxanne! Worms!</i>an Donalbanehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06418506325893352676noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34767060.post-2772977177285652462011-10-04T12:16:24.600-05:002011-10-04T12:16:24.600-05:00Great story! Better than worthy of the dog blog.
...Great story! Better than worthy of the dog blog.<br /><br />Of course, you know what happens with us old guys, everything reminds of something. One good story and you are stuck listening to us wax on poetically. The nice thing about this on the web is you can just hit the back button now.<br /><br />Once in a high school literature class (ok, almost always) I did not complete my homework in a timely manner. This assignment was writing a paragraph that would be used in a group activity in class. Panicking, I plagiarized a paragraph from a chopper magazine that I supposed the teacher had never seen.<br /><br />The paragraph romanticized big powerful machines with a woman on the back and managed to use the word breast in the execution. That was on the edge for high school lit class.<br /><br />The teacher did ace my paper but I still learned my lesson.<br /><br />We broke into groups for the exercise the next day. My group included the most beautiful, popular and smart girl in the class. I was a motorhead in my high school days and did not have any social interaction with the likes of her at all. But still, I was a closet worshiper of her highness. Out of the blue, this girl went gaga over my bold and risqué paragraph. She thought that I possessed something she had not recognized before and it was something she liked. She actually began to be quite interested in me and was not bashful about showing it. <br /><br />It all went well for me in my little mind for about two minutes. That is until I opened my mouth and promptly tripped over my tongue and lips with both feet. There was no plagiarizing who or what I really was and that was not all that cool with the chicks. She never spoke to me again.<br /><br />I never did that again either.eddiehttp://www.edhess.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34767060.post-29795537120720355822011-10-03T22:58:16.510-05:002011-10-03T22:58:16.510-05:00Its like a friend of mine who thought it would be ...Its like a friend of mine who thought it would be funny to write down that he got a hole-in-one until he got the recognition from it and felt awful. <br /><br /><br />DewAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com