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| Cooper Stallions Everywhere |
| The Stallion is a beautiful creature. In fact so beautiful, I decided to put a picture of a common mule on this page to save your eyes from being blinded at the mere sight of such an awesome being. Also, the clip-art I was provided with is a little on the weak side. Feel free to roam all one page of this site . |
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| Memories of Mr. B: Remember when Mr. B always had a poster of some athlete (i.e. MJ) and he would have it signed with a message like : Mr.B, how are you and all my stallion friends? I hope you are making them realize that the most important thing in life is not to be rich or cool but to be the greatest dodgeball player of all time. And if they aren't good at dodgeball, then some other sport. I remember when you were so much better than me at basketball and taught me to play at UNC, too bad you missed two years when you were playing at UCLA, and then decided to teach P.E. instead of being the #1 draft and potentially putting me out of work and most likely being the only person on your team, because you could single-handedly defeat any team in the NBA. Anyway, this autograph is getting ridiculously long for a small poster to hang on your office door. I'm gonna stop writing soon, but send Mrs. B my love, because she is the finest woman alive. MJ Wasn't that kind of pathetic? But still, I will not deny that Mr. B was the sweetest P.E. teacher of all time. |
| The yellow ribbon stands for cowardice, a trait never found in a true Stallion. The red ribbon is for all the fallen Stallions that came before. |
| Please sign my GuestBook and let me know if you like the page. |
| A short history: Cooper Elementary School in Spokane, WA Was founded by Thadeus T. Cooper (above) in 1913. Actually, I don't know who did. Oh wait, I think it was Bill S. Preston Esquire and his esteemed colleague Ted Theodore Logan III...no, that was Wyld Stallyns (below). Oh well, he/they were true pioneers in the art of sweetness. And if you ever visit those hallowed halls, you will notice that they reek with the sweet scent of awesomeness. |
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| Bill S. Preston Esquire (left) and Ted Theodore Logan III. |
| I'll never forget how Mr. B used to shower us with gifts of mouthgaurds and tennis balls when we hit the volleyball over the net backwards. God bless Mr. B's soul, wherever he is. And God bless anyone who kept their beloved mouthgaurd and sleeps with it under his pillow. |
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| Thadeus T. Cooper |
| Mr B Ruled |
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