MEMORIES FROM WOHS
These are just catch phrases from High School that might or might not (depending on whether you were there) ring a bell to ya'.
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Sturdivant in the Explorer, thanks Derek and Josh |
Like buttah! |
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Effexer! |
Sparky the Gargoyle |
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Chick-Fil-A and a $2000 dent |
Kankles |
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3rd Gear @ 75mph... |
Brett, your Check Engine light is on! |
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Coach, you 'da bestest |
Hey crackah! |
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Me, Steph, and Heather Hernandez getting chased thru Courtney Anding's dad's dirt pit |
Monday Night Football @ Jew's House |
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Hidin' from the psycho at Kristen Chandlers... |
Fries on the floor of the Ram |
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Hey Emery...that guy's still following us... |
You Killed Debbie!! |
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Frisch gettin' hit in the nuts with a golf ball... |
Geez Caleb, what a slice! |
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Oh crap, the Ram's stuck! Put it in 4-Low... |
Can you feel the spirit of Britney? |
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Hey...whats the thing hangin' down from the power Ranger? |
Hey...its Mrs. Oaks...quick lets suck up for next year! (McAllisters) |
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Dang Cole...you hit me pretty good... |
Victor! Dun-dun-dunnn! |
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Aw we don't have to tell our parents... |
The Ram's not goin' anywhere... |
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Mmmmkay... |
Hey Emery...that guy's still following us... |
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Yearbook pages? We have to do those? |
4th of July on the River |
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I wanna kiss you... |
You wanna what? @ 75mph...I-20 |
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Hey Jeff, what do you think about reparations? |
Ya know Brett, that cheerleading squad don't look half bad, 'cept for 'at n_____ down there... |
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Chili's runs between Spanish and 5th Period |
Heather, are you puttin' on nail polish? Its raining and we can't put the windows down! *Cough* |
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Um...Emery...I can't lose this guy... |
Al! Becky did the drunk laugh! |
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Some Tacoma pullin' out the 2500 Ram 4x4 |
Um, Cody, I don't think you're suppose to stick your club in the green like that... |
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I HATE SENORA B! |
Tiger Day 2001 |
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Hey Vanessa, how much do we charge for that? Free? Alllllllllrightly then! |
No Mrs. K- I didn't leave school... |
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The school store's closing? But...why? |
No Mr. Douglas- I didn't leave school... |
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We lost money...imagine that...heh...heh... |
School? On a Saturday? They have that?? |
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Hey Mrs. Champagne, watch your hamster spin in his ball! |
Attention on Deh-eh-eh-eh-eh-eh-eck! |
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'Lecia, this stuff's hard as hell (Wanda Davis) |
Middah Dabis! |
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Hey Van and Everett, what do ya'll think of D.A. over here? |
You're kiddin, the Dance Line is on that page too?! |
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Who wants copies of the Chemistry Final?! |
Its not a tumah! |
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Learnin' how to play Orgie...silly Calhoun girls... |
Hold on Bri, I can lose this jerk... |
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Funny...those look like cop lights... |
Bri...quick...pray they don't gimme a ticket... |
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Hey Laura...thanks for finding me a date...4 months early!! |
You heard what? And you didn't call me before taking the next breath!? |
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PEZ? You've got more?? |
Superbowl Sunday- oh wait, I missed that one! |
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Dueling Ponies... |
Bri, is your mom drunk? Dude she's totally wasted! |
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Pass her? Are you sure its not Norred? Oookay, here it goes... |
Oh shit...thats Norred! |
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Car poolin' Jr. year... |
Britt, I'm gonna run those kids over! |
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You're dating a breathing cardboard box! |
Hey Schless...are we in this club? We're not, oh well... |
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Yeah Coach...shot another 50... |
Cody, Martin- its Chamblee, lets get outta here! |
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Katy and Megan doin' that tongue thing...so awesome |
Aw come on Quilster, say something mean! |
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Corrupting Quilster |
How'd Mrs. Manly-Davis get my personalized plates? |
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Forkin' Rut's Yard |
Forkin' Oaks' Yard |
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I swear Mrs. Manly-Davis...I didn't take the gargoyle... |
Chocolanina-pinta-santamaria |
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Well...I'm not one to point fingers.... |
Vanessa, I dont think the Accord's made to go over 90 |
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I'm tellin ya, thats not a cop... |
Cliff notes? Of course not Mrs. Rutledge... |
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Not a cop, huh? |
Radio station Vocab cheaters... |
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How good do you see without your glasses Mrs. Rut? |
You mean Norred has a degree? Really?! |
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Hey Mrs. Mays, did anyone ever tell you that you look like Diane Keaton? |
Mrs. Mays, Cody flipped me off! |
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Well, I had a "B" on that test...heh heh... |
Go ahead on... |
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You're kiddin...you're arguing with Brenda? |
No...don't need a sex life... |
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IHOP? But thats in Shreveport... |
Fo-sho whoaday! |
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Lets see...an hour and a half to get to Shreveport...its midnight already...we'll be back by 4 |
Oh shit, its Commander, Horton hide the Jack... |
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Someone took my parking space...the one that says Principal... |
Mr. Horton, if you hear of any upperclass consuming alcohol, you know where I am... |
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Any students parked in the faculty lot.... |
But...I'm a Senior... |
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"Pressure...pushin' down on you..." |
Bri, get your mom to yell at the Dominos guy...we'll get free Cinna-Sticks! |
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Chico, get a new song...we hate Champagne Supernova... |
Recon to steal back my LSU plate...thanks Casey... |
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You want leopard for Christmas Laura? |
You don't own me...bah bah bah bahhhh.... |
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Waffle House at 2am... |
Hey...lets go steal a road sign! |
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Better practice with Leckie before hittin' Abercrombie... |
Why are you so difficult? Whaddya' mean I'm difficult? |
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Tilly, I baptize you in the name... |
Al...you are now...Phil... |
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Okay, but this means nothing and ________ can't find out.... |
Just rip the pole outta the ground... |
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Hey Lucas, they just critisized my driving...you want me to show them how to drive? |
Dancin' Queen...young and sweet only seventeen... |
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75 down Poydras in New Orleans...see if they criticize me next time... |
Hey Brett, there's this dyke chick in my Girls State city... |
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Hey Van, watch my radar detector for cops...I'm goin' after I-20 Mile 92 |
You think I can hit 115? |
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You slept through English...again... |
Hey, its Kenny Loggins Danger Zone...turn it up! |
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Prom...in a Vette...heh heh... |
Give up Lucas, you won't keep up |
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Oh yeah...heh heh...great...glad to be sittin' with ya Hoffer |
You're parents dont like me? Well thats a first... |
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Cruel Intentions sex scene- the best |
Shakespeare in Love |
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I swear there was nothin' in that back rub |
Not that roses really mean anything... |
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Wakin' up in Steph, Sarah, and Tosha's room |
Thats not the right way to wake a guy up... |
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Josh...how long have youbeen in here? |
HOBY...oh great... |
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Hey Justice Micah, is he innocent? Hell, naw! |
LUMCON Mud-rasslin! |
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Vanessa, you didn't buy that! |
Crest White Strips |
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Thanks for the ooey gooey brownies Britt |
Dude, its a deer! Floor it! |
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Oh no Mrs. Springer- don't write me up... |
Swappin' the Science Dept.'s nameplates |
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Hey...is that Mrs. Manly's gargoyle in your trunk? |
Check the bookdrop? But I did that last week! |
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Reeking havoc on Washington DC |
Reeking havoc on Georgetown, DC |
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Damned 'ole Rodeo |
Hey, uh, Hutch....I don't think you're suppose to do that with the ROTC Rifles |
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Droppin' for Quark |
Horton's on a power trip again... |
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I'm not arrogant, I'm just right! |
Hey...grades are due...Benton'll be absent |
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Bese mi what?? |
COMO! |
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Have ya seen Mandy lately? |
Cell phone tag...for hours |
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ACT breakfasts at the Usual |
Whaddya mean you dont have your Admit Slip Cody? |
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65 down Louisville to make the ACT on time |
Tiffany left his ring? |
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You're no Queen Latifah! |
From the Church to the Keys to the Church in 10 minutes... |
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Chem Cult fo-evah! |
Yeah Al, we know...another 100 in Adv. Math... |
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Lunch with Champ...even if she's 2 hours late |
Mrs. Manly Davis is my idol! No she's mine! |
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Taking the "Walk of Fame" to Mayeaux and Garner's offices |
"Tonite on America's Most Wanted, a rural High School Principal and former secretary......" |
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Attack of the Living Watley |
Magic Numbers |
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Simmah...down...nah! Simmah down nah! |
Donna Summers?...Summer, Donna? Summer Don Na? |
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Who has a nappy Sr. Picture? |
Whaddya mean I can't drive and talk on my...oh shit what'd I just hit? |
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Renaissance Fest. in Dallas |
It was my blanket! Why should I freeze? |
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Who wants to throw crackers into Kristen's mouth? |
I know she's asleep...that's the fun part! |
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We could play at questions... |
Hey Hailey...Celebrity name game? |
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Tom Cruise. Cameron Diaz. Drew Berrymore. |
B, huh? Um...Burt Bacharack. |
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You can't use him! No washups! |
Shoppin' in Sax 5th Avenue |
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Hey...Champs' on Bourbon |
$1300 for a stole! Are you kiddin?? |
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Go-o-o-o-o Evangel! Uhm, I meant Rebs. Heh...heh. |
Rollin' Vanessa's car in the faculty lot... |
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Gettin' caught by Mrs. Wilhight |
Doin' Wilhight a favor and rollin' Champange's car |
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Whaddya mean I can't park here? It doesn't say that... |
Dude...you're in two parking spots |
