I was just trying to support ole Coach34. Coach, I have a question for you, too
First, I knew my sincere support would fall on deaf ears if he knew I was a bear.
In all seriousness, "Coach", you should write that book.
I do have some other questions about your story though, if I may ask:
1. In your story, you mention that you found some "suspicious underwear of hers" and sent it for testing. What, exactly, led them to be considered "suspicious"? Did they refuse to look you in the eye? Did they whistle each time you walked past them?
2. Again, regarding said suspicious underwear: you said that a "guy" came and "took my blood and her panties." Where did this happen? Was this at school, as it insinuates? If so, did you carry your soiled wife's underwear with you around school that day? Also, if this fella could do DNA work on soiled panties of your then wife, why did he have to take blood from you? Why didn't you just swab or give him hair or something? (I am relieved to at least hear that he didn't make you provide an identical sample to that which he tested...so there's that at least.) Also, I assume that this was in the coaches' office or something. Did he just jam a needle in you right there, or what? And did you then just hand him a ziplock bag of your wife's unmentionables and have an awkward goodbye?
3. Did your wife never notice that she was missing a pair of rather suspicious panties?
4. Was there no one else to work the clock at the basketball game while they waited for you to wash the blood out of your fierce knuckles of fury?
5. Was your wife banging that dude in the bathroom of a Taco Bell, or were they just there knocking back some Loco D'reets?
6. Did anyone ever get your wife's keys off of the Taco Bell roof or did they just stay up there forever? Or do you not know because you threw them up so high that you were already in another state by the time they returned from orbit?
Thanks in advance, and keep up the great work!!!
