Whoever the ol'fag wraslin' anon is lurking, when I was in HS, my health teacher, who was also the HS baseball coach, and myself became good friends.
All because I made fun of a kid in class named Rhodes whenever he took attendance and called his name.
I would scream out, "Wooooo! The American Dream, baybay!"
The teacher cried laughing when I first did it. Turned out he loved wrestling and Dusty Rhodes.
He went to the U of Georgia and watched the southern wrestling circuit. We became bros after that.
The look of confusion on this kids face every time I would go "Wooooo! The American Dream, baybay!" was priceless.
The teacher would laugh his ass off every time and I think he knew the kid was queer. Which made him laugh harder.
One day he asked in the typical effete lisp, "Why do always do that?". I asked, "You don't know who Dusty Rhodes is? The wrestler?"
He's like, "Oh, no. I never watched wrestling." The teacher and me just looked at each other like, "Mmmmmmhmmmm"
Good times.