Your School Day Adventures And Horror Stories

[sth]

Of course I found it creepy. I was in High School at the time. My friend Peter started taking pictures of it when he would do it. I wasn't the only one. A few of my friends suffered the same fate. It was always females that he massaged. He was an accounting teacher.

I guess you guys didn't account for him being a creep. He must be a CPDA and a CPA. I guess his actions didn't add up. I swear I'll stop.

 

[bri]

I guess you guys didn't account for him being a creep. He must be a CPDA and a CPA. I guess his actions didn't add up. I swear I'll stop.

i think he just like checking out the assets.He probably never dreamed his actions could be a liability.

 

[sth]

i think he just like checking out the assets.He probably never dreamed his actions could be a liability.

Well done well done. You have a surplus of jokes.

 

[KMChechASS69r]

i think he just like checking out the assets.He probably never dreamed his actions could be a liability.

Well done well done. You have a surplus of jokes.

You both have a sense of humor that does each of you credit. The teacher should be in your debt for not reporting his holdings!

 

[jakobeast]

This got good.

 

[bri]

This got good.

If anybody has a pile of stories it should be you. Don't keep us waiting.

 

[howcho]

When I was a kid in around 1972, i was an altar boy at St. Symphorosa Church. The day came when the church announced that they would have their first ever Saturday night mass. This was a huge deal! Two friends and myself where selected to serve this service which Father Maniola himself would give. (Father M. was the next thing to the pope in my eyes as a child)



The evening comes and the church is packed to the rafters with neighbors, cousins, friends and parents of friends. All goes smoothly until the Homily (for the un-initiated, the sermon). Kevin and I are supposed to kneel off to the side, hold our hands in prayer and look angelic, but one of us cuts the cheese. We try as hard as we can to stifle ourselves but we cannot hold in the giggles. Father M. stops his sermon just for a moment to give us the evil eye, but then continues on. This time, a little squeaker is turned loose and once again we cannot contain our laughter. Father Maniola stops his sermon again, but this time he approaches us, and escorts us out of the sanctuary. We thought that as we stepped through that door we might drop straight to hell.



So there is my story of getting kicked out of church in front of about 1500 people by the top priest in the parish. Scary stuff for me at the time, funny now.

 

[KMChechASS69r]

When I was a kid in around 1972, i was an altar boy at St. Symphorosa Church. The day came when the church announced that they would have their first ever Saturday night mass. This was a huge deal! Two friends and myself where selected to serve this service which Father Maniola himself would give. (Father M. was the next thing to the pope in my eyes as a child)



The evening comes and the church is packed to the rafters with neighbors, cousins, friends and parents of friends. All goes smoothly until the Homily (for the un-initiated, the sermon). Kevin and I are supposed to kneel off to the side, hold our hands in prayer and look angelic, but one of us cuts the cheese. We try as hard as we can to stifle ourselves but we cannot hold in the giggles. Father M. stops his sermon just for a moment to give us the evil eye, but then continues on. This time, a little squeaker is turned loose and once again we cannot contain our laughter. Father Maniola stops his sermon again, but this time he approaches us, and escorts us out of the sanctuary. We thought that as we stepped through that door we might drop straight to hell.



So there is my story of getting kicked out of church in front of about 1500 people by the top priest in the parish. Scary stuff for me at the time, funny now.

Now that's what I call a BFC, big fucking church! Or blasphemous fart cutting, you choose which. This why my mother NEVER would have consented to me being an alter boy. It was bad enough for to have my brother and I saying mass 2 seconds before the priest. Can't tell you how many times we got banished to the cry room!

 

[bri]

When I was a kid in around 1972, i was an altar boy at St. Symphorosa Church. The day came when the church announced that they would have their first ever Saturday night mass. This was a huge deal! Two friends and myself where selected to serve this service which Father Maniola himself would give. (Father M. was the next thing to the pope in my eyes as a child)



The evening comes and the church is packed to the rafters with neighbors, cousins, friends and parents of friends. All goes smoothly until the Homily (for the un-initiated, the sermon). Kevin and I are supposed to kneel off to the side, hold our hands in prayer and look angelic, but one of us cuts the cheese. We try as hard as we can to stifle ourselves but we cannot hold in the giggles. Father M. stops his sermon just for a moment to give us the evil eye, but then continues on. This time, a little squeaker is turned loose and once again we cannot contain our laughter. Father Maniola stops his sermon again, but this time he approaches us, and escorts us out of the sanctuary. We thought that as we stepped through that door we might drop straight to hell.



So there is my story of getting kicked out of church in front of about 1500 people by the top priest in the parish. Scary stuff for me at the time, funny now.

Where have you been, Mr? I haven't seen you on in ages. We need some of your good photoshops to liven up the place. I would tell you to revive the Where The Hell Is Jako thread, but it would probably go unappreciated.

 

[Tater]

When I was a kid in around 1972, i was an altar boy at St. Symphorosa Church. The day came when the church announced that they would have their first ever Saturday night mass. This was a huge deal! Two friends and myself where selected to serve this service which Father Maniola himself would give. (Father M. was the next thing to the pope in my eyes as a child)



The evening comes and the church is packed to the rafters with neighbors, cousins, friends and parents of friends. All goes smoothly until the Homily (for the un-initiated, the sermon). Kevin and I are supposed to kneel off to the side, hold our hands in prayer and look angelic, but one of us cuts the cheese. We try as hard as we can to stifle ourselves but we cannot hold in the giggles. Father M. stops his sermon just for a moment to give us the evil eye, but then continues on. This time, a little squeaker is turned loose and once again we cannot contain our laughter. Father Maniola stops his sermon again, but this time he approaches us, and escorts us out of the sanctuary. We thought that as we stepped through that door we might drop straight to hell.



So there is my story of getting kicked out of church in front of about 1500 people by the top priest in the parish. Scary stuff for me at the time, funny now.

"One of you" huh?









Mmmm hmmmm.

It's time for confession.

 

[Tater]

Where have you been, Mr? I haven't seen you on in ages. We need some of your good photoshops to liven up the place. I would tell you to revive the Where The Hell Is Jako thread, but it would probably go unappreciated.

Not by me. I love his photoshops!

Good to see you on Howcho.

 

[KMChechASS69r]

Nice to meet you sir, I'm a newbie! Course I guess the number of posts prolly gave that away. Damn it, I'm so stupid!

 

[bubbleheadchief]

never had any first day horror stories...today is Christian's first day of second grade.

 

[bri]

never had any first day horror stories...today is Christian's first day of second grade.

Doesn't have to be a first day. It's any experience you have had.

 

[bri]

I forgot about one of our high school teachers that was a chalk eater.

 

[sth]

I forgot about one of our high school teachers that was a chalk eater.

I know that it's nice to have white teeth but that's ridiculous. Although I guess taking tums would be similar.