Hey y'all:
Woke up this morning on the eve of the WORLD'S GREATEST JEWISH CHRISTMAS PARTY,
& witnessed the boss come into the office, look in the paper and see that one of our Section 8 tenants had stabbed somebody at the high school and declared,
"Man, I hope she don't get kicked off the program."
[At 2:37 A.M.,
Northport Fuzz is lighting up the office right now. Two cruisers chased some po' cat over the bridge & seeing as how we're located at the foot of the bridge- we get to see all the public safety action!-
I'LL BE DAMNED!!!! They let the po' boy slide!]
Saturday, December 29 will mark the 25th anniversary of Coach Bryant's last game.
http://myspace.com/paulbearbryant
http://daybeardied.com
Let's all plan to propose a toast to THE COACH that day.
Designed by KEVIN PAKE
Bama Queen http://myspace.com/fiddledeedeeme
http://myspace.com/adkinsjohnrainey
informed us of A.C. Allen's death today.
Please click on this link:
http://www.legacy.com/Link.asp?I=LS000099877263XA.C. & my Mother were the same age.
[it's so kewl that all uv us
Srs '68were born in '50-
name any year & we know exactly how old we were]
Getting A.C. as principal of DHS for OUR SENIOR YEAR
was absolute
DELIVERANCE FROM EVIL!!!!
[under W. Brad's regime, that imbecile Trawick tried to implicate me in the cagging of Britt in the stairwell. I beat that rap but I was definitely a member of the inner circle
{a.k.a. ZERO- At Zero, NW FL we think outside the circle. Sometime, we even think outside the CIRCLE CITY!}
in the foiled plot to handcuff W. Brad to the flagpole.]
I got pulled before A.C. on only one time.
Miz Priss typing teacher Langford tried to make me pay for a brand new typing book.
[I'd accidently made a mark counting letters in a typing exercise & when I asked to borrow ink eradicator, the bitch told me I was gonna have to buy the book & I told her, "Not just 'No' but 'HELL, NO!!!' "]The next day in typing class we had a substitute teacher & right after we got started
typing, Miss Langford suddenly showed up and took my po' broke barefooted Rebel ass to A.C.'s office.
I knew Mr. Allen pretty well because I had a part-time job at the Houston Memorial Library & I helped his retarded son, Clayton, out a lot when he'd visit the library.
When Clayton visited the library, I could clock out because Mrs. Baxley made sho' I became Clayton's adult supervision.
Anywayzzzzzzzzzzzzzz...
I'm sitting there in the office with A.C. & Miss Priss & A.C. asks,"Robert, how are you going to take care of the problem with this book?"
I looked straight at Langford, locked eyes with her & said,"I ain't gonna take care of THIS book & I don't care what you do to me!"
"Why do you feel that way, Robert?"
"Christmas is coming up & I've got better things to spend my money on than for
A BOOK THAT AIN'T EVEN HURT!"
"Well, Robert, you knew from the beginning of the year that these were new typing textbooks & that the rule was that anyone who defaced a book would have to buy it."
"Mr. Allen, I can't help what kind of rules these teachers make up but I've got better things to spend my money on than a dang book that's not even hurt!"
"What do you mean by 'better things to spend my money on'?
"Sir, I need to spend every nickel I make on Christmas presents and gasoline!"
"How do you make your money?"
"I unload trucks for Mr. Strickland across the street early in the morning. He's got a shower so I'm able to clean up before class. I work in the afternoons down at the library & my Daddy pays me good money Sunday afternoons to change tires at Creel Truck Line & Sanitary Dairy."
"Sounds like you earn a lot."
"Yes ,Sir! I do!
& I need every penny of it!"
"What do you spend your money on."
"Oh, I go out with some of the Dothan girls but I've got a girlfriend in New Brockton & another one in Enterprise & all of that takes everything I've got &
I'm not buying this stupid book!""How'd you get girlfriends in New Brockton and Enterprise?"
"I've worked at the Boy Scout Reservation near Clintonville since '65 & I met a lot of girls around there at bar-b-ques & ballgames."
"I hunt deer in Clintonville."
Oh Lord!
A LIGHT CAME DOWN FROM HEAVEN AT THAT MOMENT.
From then on A.C. & I just talked about Rort Fucker & Clintonville.
Miz Priss was in shock!
Finally, A.C. asks me, "O.K. Robert, one more time, how are you going to take care of this book."
"Like I said, I ain't taking care of it. THIS AIN'T RIGHT!"
"O.K. Robert, I want you to bring your daddy to the office Monday morning."
Oh, I knew I was gonna have to bring Earl to school but it didn't matter.
I'D BEAT THAT STUPID HAIR SPRAYED BITCH!
Monday morning, I was eating breakfast & Daddy called me into his half-bath beside the kitchen where he was shaving.
He said, "You're right about this deal with the book but I'm gonna take care of it."
"How's that Daddy?"
"You are never going to have to pay for that book.
Tell Mr. Allen to make out an invoice for the book & mail it to the office & the company will pay for it."
"DADDY!!!!"
"Son, you can't afford to get in trouble during your Senior year. Give Mr. Allen my business card & tell him to bill me."
& that's what I did & I went back to class & A.C. never sent the bill and I rubbed Langford's nose in it for the rest of the year.
DEAR LORD,
THANK YOU JESUS AND SAM PRICE JONES FOR A. C. ALLEN !!!!
[I hope Brad Stephens' got a grave somewhere because
I'M READY RIGHT NOW TO
go piss on it!]
MERRY CHRISTMAS!
BEST,
RR