Quote from: yamahonkawazuki on May 01, 2008, 09:20:00 PM

Quote from: bucks1605 on May 01, 2008, 02:12:44 PM
Nobody thinks my teacher was hot?? 

looks like you were tryin your damndest and failing to suppress a huge boner

Take a good long look at that picture and let me know if you see anything fishy...

not much other than it is an axe ad and not his real picture.

I never really had any hot teachers, but one cool side effect of having a child in school:

nah, I better not.  Her husband is probably a member of this forum!

Quote from: bettingpython on May 01, 2008, 03:17:14 PM
trs-80 was what my HS used.

My first computer was a Timex Sinclair 1000

I remember when a commodore with a 16kb memory expansion module was the smokin setup for playing RPG's on.

Awesome  We had old Apple somethings w/ cassette tape recorders connected to them to run programs 

Quote from: bombadillo on May 02, 2008, 06:59:32 AM
not much other than it is an axe ad and not his real picture.

yeah, that's about it

 

This thread slung me back to 1971. It didn't involve a "hot" teacher (that I know of anyway) but a young lad (at the time and younger than I) that was caught "in the act" of masturbating in a coffin.

It was at the beginning of the football season and we had a "pep rally". It was supposed to be a type of "take out the old school spirit and bring in the new". Well...........we had it complete with a chick that was painted to represent the dead in the coffin (which was on a trailer being pulled) and of course a "new spirit" running rings around the coffin being pulled, complete with all the students cheering.........after the pep rally, the trailer with the coffin was taken to the rear of the school and unhitched. After school some girls and boys being infatuated (I guess) by a coffin (donated by our funeral home for the event) went to "look at it". Well, curiousity got the best of them I guess and one of the girls bravened herself enough to lift the lid and there was "Joe C.", fully erect and engrossed in his fantasy and I presume just about to unleash his heavy load. You KNOW that next involved was a lid being SLAMMED shut and a helluva lot of screaming and running away.

"Joe C." had to move. When one lives in a small town, it's hard to live with being caught in a coffin jacking your root.

Maybe he found a home in California. I wish him the best. His testosterone was just too much. He could have at least waited until he'd gotten home and "envisioned himself" in the coffin. But he had to "live it out". Just like Jimmy Swaggart.

 

kinda like that country song ( with teh lyrics changed slightly)

" id be jackin off, in a pine box, on a slow train back to georgia"

revere, you couldn't make that stuff up if you tried 

lol