Ur moms a prostitute...

The room goes silent. The team turns to look at the back of the locker room where the small voice came from. They see a small figure emerge from the shadows. It's Jimmy the old mascot. The coach approaches him, "Excuse me, what did you say?" "Ur moms a prostitute...." Jimmy replies with a drawl. He stares at the floor, head hung slightly. The coach looks back at the team with a confused look on his face, pinching the bridge of his nose as he shakes his head in disappointment. He turns back to Jimmy. "Look son," he starts, "I know you've been through a lot ever since we let you go as mascot, but you can't just come in here drunk off your ass and start mumbling incoherent insults at me and my team. You need some time away from this place, and maybe spend more of it with your folks rather than the bars. I know they've been worried about you." He pauses for a moment. A few of the players awkwardly shift in place. "How about this Jimmy. After we finish these next few pollution plays, I'll take you back home to your folk's place for the night." He goes to place his hand on Jimmy's shoulder, "How does that sound?" Jimmy looks at his hand and slaps it away, now staring the coach down deep in his eyes. "Ur MOM," he begins to yell and stomp the ground, "[b][i]IS A PROSTITUTE!!!!!!![/i][/b]" The coach is taken aback by Jimmy's sudden outburst, but quickly regains his composure. He softens his voice and begins to talk calmly to Jimmy. "Come on son, I'm taking you home." He hands over his play book to the assistant coach and gives him a reassuring nod. After a long season of hardship, the coach has finally renewed his trust in his assistant to get the job done. He firmly grasps Jimmy by the shoulders, and leads him out of the locker room, all the while Jimmy keeps mumbling under his breath, "[i]ur moms a prostitute ur moms a prostitute ur moms a prostitute...[/i]" As they get out to the parking lot, Jimmy still mumbling under his breath, the coach can see his team taking the field and the crowd cheering as they did. He couldn't feel any more proud of his team than he did at that time. He carefully buckled Jimmy into the passenger side seat, at this point the boy was beginning to pass out, "Probably for the best" he thought, and the coach got into his car and pulled out of the parking lot. It only took the coach about 20 minutes to get to Jimmy's house, but in that time, he kept wondering how Jimmy had gotten to this point in his life. He was a excellent student with great grades and an amazing future all set out for him in the whale blubber industry, but now he was just a drunk bum who had to quit school because of one stupid injury from a stupid mistake. The coach pulled up to Jimmy's house and shook Jimmy until he woke up. A little delirious, but capable to walk, Jimmy got out of the car, and with the assistance of the coach, walked up to his house and knocked on the door. The front porch light came on, and Jimmy's parents opened the door. The coach explained that Jimmy had had too much to drink and he found him hanging around the school during the big game tonight. The parents thanked him and rushed Jimmy inside where the coach could hear them beginning to coddle their poor drunk son. The coach walked back to his car, and stared up at the night sky, even to this day amazed at the twinkling beauty of the starlight. It always reminded him of the feeling of being under the stadium lights amidst the grandeur of the game. He thought about his team, and how important tonight was for them, and opened the door to his car to return back to the stadium. But then, he just smiled to himself and thought, "No. You know what, John can handle it." And so he got in his car, revved the v8 engine and drove home. When he got there, he called up his mother, an older woman in her late seventies now, to tell her about his day, making sure to leave Jimmy's remarks about her out of the conversation. The phone rang twice before she answered, "Hello dear, how did the big game go?" "Hi mom. It went fine. I actually left before the game ended. I had to deal with a drunk student on campus." "You didn't go too hard on them did you dear? You know you were the same way in your younger days. Nights you came home at 4 in the morning smelling like a brewery and I had to make sure you didn't drown in your own vomit." "I know mom. I took him home to his parents and made sure they could take care of him. He's a good kid, just needs to be set back on the right path again." "He needs someone like you needed your father to show you the way. Maybe you should take him under your wing and help him out, seems like he could use the help." "He does mom, he really does. Anyways, enough about me, how are you doing tonight mom?" "I'm doing fine, your sister came over this morning for brunch and brought Lilith with her. We had a nice morning talking and playing tea time with her. Seeing Lilith again was such a joy, and it makes me sad that I don't get to see her as much as the other grand kids, but I still love her so." "Maybe you should try to get Mary to bring her over more often then. Set up more brunches or dinners with her and David." "I would honey, but nights are so difficult to schedule. I only just finished with my last client a little while ago. It was supposed to be just a quick $5 handy, but he just wouldn't cum and so I had to charge him a little extra for the extra effort I put in. I'm not doing any free work for any desperate bum. They got to pay up." The coach just chuckled to himself, "Oh mom."

You really need a life bruh. Didn't read that btw.

Believe me, I'm trying. Between my team and my kids I've tried to make a positive life for myself, despite some of my difficulties in the past. My mom always told me to be the best person I can be, and like her, I've started following my dreams.

Why are you listening to that dumb slut. U dum af cuz.