Comments on: Rantsplosion Winner: What Do You Do With a Drunken English Teacher? http://rantasaurus-rex.com/2007/09/04/rantsplosion-winner-what-do-you-do-with-a-drunken-english-teacher/ Your Daily Rant and Sarcasm Fix Mon, 03 Mar 2008 20:45:01 +0000 http://wordpress.com/ hourly 1 By: will http://rantasaurus-rex.com/2007/09/04/rantsplosion-winner-what-do-you-do-with-a-drunken-english-teacher/#comment-1145 will Tue, 04 Sep 2007 20:23:26 +0000 http://rantasaurus-rex.com/2007/09/04/rantsplosion-winner-what-do-you-do-with-a-drunken-english-teacher/#comment-1145 The best teachers are the drunk teachers because they actually give you an idea what life will be like after you graduate. The best teachers are the drunk teachers because they actually give you an idea what life will be like after you graduate.

]]> By: Jessi1974 http://rantasaurus-rex.com/2007/09/04/rantsplosion-winner-what-do-you-do-with-a-drunken-english-teacher/#comment-1143 Jessi1974 Tue, 04 Sep 2007 18:01:40 +0000 http://rantasaurus-rex.com/2007/09/04/rantsplosion-winner-what-do-you-do-with-a-drunken-english-teacher/#comment-1143 Ahhhhhhh, memories. Thanks so much, that just brought back the image of a similar teacher I had in high school. You could smell the booze (bourbon, I believe) each morning, that's how I knew I had made it to first period's American History. His fashion statement of choice was freeballing in a pair of extremely tight polyester slacks...(you have to use the term slacks in conjunction with polyester...pants won't cut it). Thus the nickname 'mashed potato balls' was born. You had to look...no way to avoid it. Also being a front row student (due to my tendency to chat and/or fall asleep) I had the best view. Keep in mind, this was the early 90's so I'm not sure where the pants came from....special catalog? I used to sit and wonder. Sorry, went off on my own zone for a bit there. So, you weren't near a small suburb of the Dayton, OH area? Just checking to see if they were related in some way. Ahhhhhhh, memories. Thanks so much, that just brought back the image of a similar teacher I had in high school. You could smell the booze (bourbon, I believe) each morning, that’s how I knew I had made it to first period’s American History. His fashion statement of choice was freeballing in a pair of extremely tight polyester slacks…(you have to use the term slacks in conjunction with polyester…pants won’t cut it). Thus the nickname ‘mashed potato balls’ was born. You had to look…no way to avoid it. Also being a front row student (due to my tendency to chat and/or fall asleep) I had the best view. Keep in mind, this was the early 90’s so I’m not sure where the pants came from….special catalog? I used to sit and wonder.

Sorry, went off on my own zone for a bit there. So, you weren’t near a small suburb of the Dayton, OH area? Just checking to see if they were related in some way.

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