This is why you don’t drink at high school events.
Where oh where is a ladle of red-hot chili when you need one?
I’m appalled that perverts like this are allowed to expose themselves to HS students, when there are adult perverts like me who’d love to role play “coach’s hot dog” with other grown men.
Better call the mohel.
I’ll make a note:
Once dream job attained, keep penis to yourself.
Yeah. Geez. Everyone knows you put mustard on a hotdog. Ketchup? Blech.
A true artist would have LATER told them that one of their buns was that display bun, and not tell them which.
NOW I get it!
You know, there are a fair number of people who become coaches and/or teachers so that they’ll never have to leave high school. Not only did that constitute their glory years, they never matured beyond that.
Well, for certain values of “dream job…”
My brother-in-law has been at the same physical high school for the 33 of the last 37 years. 4 as a student, then 4 spent at college, then back as a teacher for 29. I can barely take working for the same client for more three years.
ETA: math
I can imagine him placing the bun in front of his zipper and pretending …
He thought pulling out his wiener is a good idea in the sex-paranoid atmosphere in US schools where touching a pupil is likely to be interpreted as rape/child abuse?
“Oh look, a Vienna sausage!”
I like a juvenile joke as much as anyone, but talk about horrific judgement.
…
I can’t resist, I am a terrible person.
“You coach over five hundred games, but one hotdog bun comes around and they don’t call you coach anymore.”
Reminds me of an Irish/Scottish joke invovled a bricklayer whose accomplishments in life are for not, thanks to one vulgar event.
Unless your dream job is porn star, and whose isn’t?
I’d actually say his calling a female student a puck slut was less forgivable. The dick stunt showed incredibly bad judgement. But the pejorative sexist slur shows active objectification and creepiness towards high school girls. He’s lucky her dad didn’t rearrange his teeth.
Having hours of awkward unconformable mechanical sex on filthy sets, kept hard only by chemicals, while film-school drop-outs crowd around and leer over you, all for shit pay, a massive health risk and social ostracization?
Hard pass.
Incidentally, hard pass was Coach Creep’s signature play.