Donnalley

Is a funny ************.

Excerpt from his last entry:

* But the thing that I'm going to miss the least is the gastrointestinal problems that my teammates seem to have during camp. They may be a result of that wonderful sundae and soft-serve ice cream bar I was talking about. Maybe they are lactose intolerant? I don't know. I don't want to be too hard on guys, because it's a very stressful time of the year and things happen, but there seems to be some of the same guys having these flatulence problems. There is one in particular in the offensive line group who is a repeat offender. There seemed to be nothing we could do to control him. The problem got so severe that we took extra measures to protect ourselves in our meeting room. Our meeting room is a large room flanked by four racquetball courts. The walls are clear glass so that you can see into these courts. We sit there and watch our film and go over coaching points. This one particular player's problem was so bad that one day we had to sentence him to sit in one of these racquetball courts during the meeting. There was nothing else we could do. He was just killing us. So we had to take his chair, his notes, and his playbook in there. He looked like a bubble boy inside this glass. He was able to see the film and hear the coaches, while we were protected by that quarter-inch glass. It was really for our own good. From that point on he wasn't that bad, so maybe he learned his lesson.

 

:laugher: :brb:

That's funny as hell!!!

 

Excellent.

Once I had such a bad case of gas I wasn’t even able to get away with passing it out of doors. I was walking down the street and some well appointed suit guy was coming towards me. The stabbing pain in my gut told me that it was time to blow the hatch and air out the cargo bay. It didn’t make a sound but I honestly believe that 10 or 12 feet of my intestines were evacuated in approximately 4 seconds. I felt like the invisible jaws of life had forced my cheeks so far apart that Emeril could have pulled a roast turkey out of there big enough to feed the entire studio audience . . . BAM! The burning sensation told me that it was the most rancid of expulsions before I could detect a thing with my nose. The guy walking towards me made a hilarious ICK-face and immediately checked the bottom of both his shoes. I was barely able to make it around the corner before I had to bust out laughing.

I made a guy think he stepped in dog shit!

I have seldom been so proud.)

 

I'm laughing so hard it hurts. Maybe Canteen Boy should do a camp journal.