Things you love! Have a good one and be safe!
YES!Ahem...Little People. We even give them gold helmets. (Note: No little people were actually hurt in the filming of this)
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Hilarious! My wife is literally afraid of midgets (and birds for that matter). Whenever I get the chance, I stop the TV on "Little People, Big World" and she starts screaming at me until I change it.My wrestling claim to fame was wrestling a dwarf in 7th grade. I was in the lightest weight class (75 lb) and had about as many forfeit wins as real wins that year.
Anyway, we are the away team and come out onto the mat to stretch and stuff, then go to our chairs. Then the home team comes out and who's leading the line - a dwarf looking like he's 35 with big arms because he's compressed. I'm immediately in shock. Anyway, we go back to the locker room for last minute instructions and pep talks and I just start crying - "he looks like an old man, he's going to kill me..". The asst slams me into a locker and tells me to focus, etc. Some of the other guys are laughing and I lash out that's it's easy for them to laugh - they're not wrestling a tough looking Oompa Loompa.
So it's at this time that people ask - how did you do?
I whipped his butt! He had no leverage and wasn't really mobile so I majored him. Tried to cradle him but his short legs kept slipping out.
My mom, to her everlasting shame, got only 1 picture of this (pre digital age), and you can't tell I'm wrestling a little person. She will take that failure to her grave.
This is a true story and I apologize for its un-PC nature. It's way more hilarious when I can expand on the story verbally - tired of typing
My wrestling claim to fame was wrestling a dwarf in 7th grade. I was in the lightest weight class (75 lb) and had about as many forfeit wins as real wins that year.
Anyway, we are the away team and come out onto the mat to stretch and stuff, then go to our chairs. Then the home team comes out and who's leading the line - a dwarf looking like he's 35 with big arms because he's compressed. I'm immediately in shock. Anyway, we go back to the locker room for last minute instructions and pep talks and I just start crying - "he looks like an old man, he's going to kill me..". The asst slams me into a locker and tells me to focus, etc. Some of the other guys are laughing and I lash out that's it's easy for them to laugh - they're not wrestling a tough looking Oompa Loompa.
So it's at this time that people ask - how did you do?
I whipped his butt! He had no leverage and wasn't really mobile so I majored him. Tried to cradle him but his short legs kept slipping out.
My mom, to her everlasting shame, got only 1 picture of this (pre digital age), and you can't tell I'm wrestling a little person. She will take that failure to her grave.
This is a true story and I apologize for its un-PC nature. It's way more hilarious when I can expand on the story verbally - tired of typing
My wrestling claim to fame was wrestling a dwarf in 7th grade. I was in the lightest weight class (75 lb) and had about as many forfeit wins as real wins that year.
Anyway, we are the away team and come out onto the mat to stretch and stuff, then go to our chairs. Then the home team comes out and who's leading the line - a dwarf looking like he's 35 with big arms because he's compressed. I'm immediately in shock. Anyway, we go back to the locker room for last minute instructions and pep talks and I just start crying - "he looks like an old man, he's going to kill me..". The asst slams me into a locker and tells me to focus, etc. Some of the other guys are laughing and I lash out that's it's easy for them to laugh - they're not wrestling a tough looking Oompa Loompa.
So it's at this time that people ask - how did you do?
I whipped his butt! He had no leverage and wasn't really mobile so I majored him. Tried to cradle him but his short legs kept slipping out.
My mom, to her everlasting shame, got only 1 picture of this (pre digital age), and you can't tell I'm wrestling a little person. She will take that failure to her grave.
This is a true story and I apologize for its un-PC nature. It's way more hilarious when I can expand on the story verbally - tired of typing
Wow. Easily entertained.That made my day.
Our assistant was an intense Vietnam Vet - not quite like the history teacher played by Sam Kinison in Back to School, but close. He said to me post locker-slam - "get a grip - we need your points!"Ohhh man....hilarious....tears in my eyes
I'm sorry....found it amusing...are you a little feller? I apologize if I offended you but I'm guessing youre just a trollOnly in Iowa.Ohhh man....hilarious....tears in my eyes
I'm sorry....found it amusing...are you a little feller? I apologize if I offended you but I'm guessing youre just a troll
that made my dayI'm sorry....found it amusing...are you a little feller? I apologize if I offended you but I'm guessing youre just a troll
ohhhh my ribs hurt....too much laughter this morning....funniest thread in along timeGreat story,....
Next time you're home visiting, I owe you as many beers as it takes to tell the full story.My wrestling claim to fame was wrestling a dwarf in 7th grade. I was in the lightest weight class (75 lb) and had about as many forfeit wins as real wins that year.
Anyway, we are the away team and come out onto the mat to stretch and stuff, then go to our chairs. Then the home team comes out and who's leading the line - a dwarf looking like he's 35 with big arms because he's compressed. I'm immediately in shock. Anyway, we go back to the locker room for last minute instructions and pep talks and I just start crying - "he looks like an old man, he's going to kill me..". The asst slams me into a locker and tells me to focus, etc. Some of the other guys are laughing and I lash out that's it's easy for them to laugh - they're not wrestling a tough looking Oompa Loompa.
So it's at this time that people ask - how did you do?
I whipped his butt! He had no leverage and wasn't really mobile so I majored him. Tried to cradle him but his short legs kept slipping out.
My mom, to her everlasting shame, got only 1 picture of this (pre digital age), and you can't tell I'm wrestling a little person. She will take that failure to her grave.
This is a true story and I apologize for its un-PC nature. It's way more hilarious when I can expand on the story verbally - tired of typing
I'll buy a roundNext time you're home visiting, I owe you as many beers as it takes to tell the full story.My wrestling claim to fame was wrestling a dwarf in 7th grade. I was in the lightest weight class (75 lb) and had about as many forfeit wins as real wins that year.
Anyway, we are the away team and come out onto the mat to stretch and stuff, then go to our chairs. Then the home team comes out and who's leading the line - a dwarf looking like he's 35 with big arms because he's compressed. I'm immediately in shock. Anyway, we go back to the locker room for last minute instructions and pep talks and I just start crying - "he looks like an old man, he's going to kill me..". The asst slams me into a locker and tells me to focus, etc. Some of the other guys are laughing and I lash out that's it's easy for them to laugh - they're not wrestling a tough looking Oompa Loompa.
So it's at this time that people ask - how did you do?
I whipped his butt! He had no leverage and wasn't really mobile so I majored him. Tried to cradle him but his short legs kept slipping out.
My mom, to her everlasting shame, got only 1 picture of this (pre digital age), and you can't tell I'm wrestling a little person. She will take that failure to her grave.
This is a true story and I apologize for its un-PC nature. It's way more hilarious when I can expand on the story verbally - tired of typing
Not just about wrestling the dwarf, but also about having Beavis and Butthead's gym teacher Coach Buzzcut as your coach.
My wrestling claim to fame was wrestling a dwarf in 7th grade. I was in the lightest weight class (75 lb) and had about as many forfeit wins as real wins that year.
Anyway, we are the away team and come out onto the mat to stretch and stuff, then go to our chairs. Then the home team comes out and who's leading the line - a dwarf looking like he's 35 with big arms because he's compressed. I'm immediately in shock. Anyway, we go back to the locker room for last minute instructions and pep talks and I just start crying - "he looks like an old man, he's going to kill me..". The asst slams me into a locker and tells me to focus, etc. Some of the other guys are laughing and I lash out that's it's easy for them to laugh - they're not wrestling a tough looking Oompa Loompa.
So it's at this time that people ask - how did you do?
I whipped his butt! He had no leverage and wasn't really mobile so I majored him. Tried to cradle him but his short legs kept slipping out.
My mom, to her everlasting shame, got only 1 picture of this (pre digital age), and you can't tell I'm wrestling a little person. She will take that failure to her grave.
This is a true story and I apologize for its un-PC nature. It's way more hilarious when I can expand on the story verbally - tired of typing
I am taking the fact that I only got 1 like for this post as proof that, ipso facto, the vast majority of HR posters prefer dudes.What's a classic July 4th thread without hot patriotic chicks? A corn-fed American girl from Scranton and one of her British friends:
Don't try so hardI am taking the fact that I only got 1 like for this post as proof that, ipso facto, the vast majority of HR posters prefer dudes.![]()
My buddy is too. He has to "get away from them."Hilarious! My wife is literally afraid of midgets (and birds for that matter). Whenever I get the chance, I stop the TV on "Little People, Big World" and she starts screaming at me until I change it.
My wrestling claim to fame was wrestling a dwarf in 7th grade. I was in the lightest weight class (75 lb) and had about as many forfeit wins as real wins that year.
Anyway, we are the away team and come out onto the mat to stretch and stuff, then go to our chairs. Then the home team comes out and who's leading the line - a dwarf looking like he's 35 with big arms because he's compressed. I'm immediately in shock. Anyway, we go back to the locker room for last minute instructions and pep talks and I just start crying - "he looks like an old man, he's going to kill me..". The asst slams me into a locker and tells me to focus, etc. Some of the other guys are laughing and I lash out that's it's easy for them to laugh - they're not wrestling a tough looking Oompa Loompa.
So it's at this time that people ask - how did you do?
I whipped his butt! He had no leverage and wasn't really mobile so I majored him. Tried to cradle him but his short legs kept slipping out.
My mom, to her everlasting shame, got only 1 picture of this (pre digital age), and you can't tell I'm wrestling a little person. She will take that failure to her grave.
This is a true story and I apologize for its un-PC nature. It's way more hilarious when I can expand on the story verbally - tired of typing
My Schwann's man is a midget.
My Schwann's man is a midget.
I can just picture him head deep in the freezer, with his legs wiggling in the air, as he goes spelunking for the last box of drumsticks.
I can just picture him head deep in the freezer, with his legs wiggling in the air, as he goes spelunking for the last box of drumsticks.
oh my, the one on the left is fine...i might follow her for a whileWhat's a classic July 4th thread without hot patriotic chicks? A corn-fed American girl from Scranton and one of her British friends:
oh my, the one on the left is fine...i might follow her for a while
follow her on the twitter, geez,LOL While I might agree, some things are better left untyped.![]()
follow her on the twitter, geez,
who you calling old?You seem to forget that you're dealing with a bunch of dirty old men here….
(Btw, I read your last comment in the best Napoleon Dynamite voice I could conjure in my head…)
who you calling old?
yeah - not so much that I cared because not my business. Just glad you helped keep our locker sorta clean for 3 years (no banana peels or such). And You didn't give away the locker combo. Just wished you put a Farrah Fawcett or Cheryl Tiegs poster up thereMe and RW cain't help ourselves for the dirty component of our minds.. Those cards was stacked against us from the start. Heck, even our last principal, Machine Gun Larry went pervy on us, if'n I remember correctly...
LOL You remember that one, bro?