Coach Darrell Royal (RIP) recounted the following story while attending a luncheon with the former President. Everyone was already seated waiting for LBJ to appear. When the President arrived, he strolled up to the front of the room, glad-handing and back-slapping all the way, stopping here and there to greet those in attendance. Finally, he gets to his seat and begins to sit down. Then LBJ begins this long, articulated regimen of pulling on his pants, shifting in his seat, half-standing up to pull some more, sitting back down. This went on for an uncomfortable amount of time... long enough that a number of the 'old biddies' in the room started shifting in their chairs and darting their glances around the room. Finally, the President gets settled and notices the people closest to him are staring at him. So he leans back in 'good ole boy' fashion and says - loud enough for all the old biddies to hear - "They just don't build enough cod room in these damn trousers".
We've got a lot of brains in this room here tonight. Boys from Harvard. Couple from Yale. Few Rhodes Scholars. And one from Southwest Texas State Teacher's College! And he rules the roost!"
I was a boy at the time. All us kids had pocket knives, even in school, and so did my father. It was a carry-over from pen-knife days. But I always had a Swiss army knife.
Good question. It’s something I do fairly routinely, especially once I started living in the city, but my extended family (my grandmother in particular) found it extremely strange and unnerving
@@xenomorphbiologist-xx1214 One of the first adult type gifts boys got when I was growing up was a pocket knife ( or Jack Knife). I got mine when I turned 10 or 11. Been carrying one ever since. I use mine everyday.
@@Troy_nov1965 Now that’s badass! I live in a fairly calm neighborhood (most of the time) and we didn’t own guns or knives or anything, but once I moved to Edmonton, the sheer amount of sketchy and occasionally aggressive homeless people and the fact that I walk at night a lot and sometimes encounter Coyotes made me decide that investing in a pocket knife wasn’t such a bad idea
@@xenomorphbiologist-xx1214 Lots of old men when I was a kid would sit around and whittle when they were bored. Used to be a old man that would sit at the local country store on the bench outside and carve little figures ( mostly horses ) and would hand them out to local kids. He always had a big chew of tobacco in his mouth too. He did some fancy carved waking sticks too.
@@Troy_nov1965 That’s pretty neat. Just out of curiosity, where do u live? Sounds like some kinda of chill back country place where everyone is strapped 24/7 but pretty friendly
I love how Bryan is matching facial expressions with LBJ's audio. You could tell he really loved playing this part.
LBJ really hit the trifecta here:
". . . down where your nuts hang . . . BURP! . . . back to my bunghole."
Coach Darrell Royal (RIP) recounted the following story while attending a luncheon with the former President.
Everyone was already seated waiting for LBJ to appear. When the President arrived, he strolled up to the front of the room, glad-handing and back-slapping all the way, stopping here and there to greet those in attendance. Finally, he gets to his seat and begins to sit down. Then LBJ begins this long, articulated regimen of pulling on his pants, shifting in his seat, half-standing up to pull some more, sitting back down. This went on for an uncomfortable amount of time... long enough that a number of the 'old biddies' in the room started shifting in their chairs and darting their glances around the room. Finally, the President gets settled and notices the people closest to him are staring at him. So he leans back in 'good ole boy' fashion and says - loud enough for all the old biddies to hear - "They just don't build enough cod room in these damn trousers".
We've got a lot of brains in this room here tonight. Boys from Harvard. Couple from Yale. Few Rhodes Scholars. And one from Southwest Texas State Teacher's College! And he rules the roost!"
Charlie Rose and Bryan Cranston look alike. It's almost like looking at two brothers!
This just made my day.
I was a boy at the time. All us kids had pocket knives, even in school, and so did my father. It was a carry-over from pen-knife days. But I always had a Swiss army knife.
I want a POTUS who carries change and knife I wonder if it was a switch blade
My guess would be old timer
Most likely a Swiss Army knife or a folding Buck knife.
We called them Jack Knifes. I use mine everyday
omg best friends
Shit ...who dosent carry a pocket knife?
Good question. It’s something I do fairly routinely, especially once I started living in the city, but my extended family (my grandmother in particular) found it extremely strange and unnerving
@@xenomorphbiologist-xx1214 One of the first adult type gifts boys got when I was growing up was a pocket knife ( or Jack Knife). I got mine when I turned 10 or 11. Been carrying one ever since. I use mine everyday.
@@Troy_nov1965 Now that’s badass! I live in a fairly calm neighborhood (most of the time) and we didn’t own guns or knives or anything, but once I moved to Edmonton, the sheer amount of sketchy and occasionally aggressive homeless people and the fact that I walk at night a lot and sometimes encounter Coyotes made me decide that investing in a pocket knife wasn’t such a bad idea
@@xenomorphbiologist-xx1214 Lots of old men when I was a kid would sit around and whittle when they were bored. Used to be a old man that would sit at the local country store on the bench outside and carve little figures ( mostly horses ) and would hand them out to local kids. He always had a big chew of tobacco in his mouth too.
He did some fancy carved waking sticks too.
@@Troy_nov1965 That’s pretty neat. Just out of curiosity, where do u live? Sounds like some kinda of chill back country place where everyone is strapped 24/7 but pretty friendly
Walter White... are you sure?
He whose nuts hang.