Date: Fri, 30 Nov 2007 00:40:19 -0500
From: trunkmoose@hotmail.com
Subject: Making use of Bubba 3

     Bronk Burroughs saw the cloud of dust in the distance, and he
headed down toward the front gate, smiling.

The dirty and battered yellow school bus dragged its beat up ass
through the lane to the main building, pulling to a screechy stop in front
of the big, the really big, man standing there.

     "Yo, Cap'n Will, I guess its that time o'year oncet more",
Danny, the grizzled driver, hollered.

Coach Burroughs drew in a deep breath, and then let it loose...
"Alright, you sad muthafuckers, get your drooping asses offa that fuckin'
ride and stand to, you sad sacs!! Throw your gear on the dirt and strip
off. Last three stripped, 20 ups!"

And 16 young men, young men built hard and mightily strong, who normally
would think nothing of bashing in the skull of anyone who addressed them
as  "muthafuckers" , commenced to tearing off their T's and and jeans.

Jonah, pushing down his stained tighties, looked over and saw one other
kid, a huge pile of muscle, struggling with his jockstrap, the sweaty
straps seemingly glued to his huge thighs and refusing to slide down; and
Jo started to laugh, till the giggles took him over, and then the big fuck,
seeing Jo's hilarity, started to laugh as well, and then fell over into the
red dirt, raising a cloud that dusted his balls and hose.

Only one of the young men getting off the bus refused to hurry.
6 foot, 4 inches, probably 280 pounds or so, with black, curly
hair, the young giant stretched, slowly, reaching for the sky, and then he
stripped until pink and naked.

Coach Burroughs stood above this, observing the three husky teens, dusted with
the red clay, and, maybe, he smiled.

"Gabe Tucker, have you met Jonah Fredricks? And this
man, Carter Hall, have any of you seen each other before?

I am guessing that you have not, and so, gentlemen, "
and the hugely built Coach Bronk turned to survey all of the sturdy
athletes that had left the bus, "that is a good deal of what this camp is
all about. Get organized, two men to a cabin, and prepare yourselves for
tomorrow, and for the onslaught that is my training.
Tucker, Fredricks, you two share Bunk 1.  Carter, you are
lucky enough to share with me."

Addressing the entire group, Coach Burroughs gave one warning.
"You fuckers think that you are the best of the best. You have roughly
ten more hours to live with that delusion, cuz at 4 AM you will be
seriously FUCKED UP!"