First off, Rygar you'll be pleased to know I wore my cravat out today. To Canadian Tire, the place where
men go....Malek stop laughing.
Anyways, so I was there with my mom to try and buy her a snowblower, as I am rich, like all real men should be. I hear my name called and I'm thinking its some dude who wants to pick a fight with me because I slept with his wife, manly as I am. So I go over there, fists at the ready, prepared like all men should be, and it turns out to be a old friend who I hadn't seen in a very long time. We punched each other in the shoulders and called each other pal; the greeting of men. I was kind of dumb founded the whole time and really didn't say much, out side of the punching and pal saying. He talked a lot but you could see he was weirded out just as much as me. We were good friends from I think 4 years old till grade 6 and then I moved across the city and only ever saw him twice after that. He is one of the best guys I ever knew; a real mans man. Anyways he's playing for the hilltops, which is the Canadian Jr foorball league, the mans sport, some where between uni and highschool football and takes a few classes at uni. His grandpa had a heart attack recently which is a ashame because his grandpa is a a really good guy too, actually I still remember us three building my treefort; the hidout of boy-men. We also talked about old times for a bit, then he had to go because it was ass to ass busy in there and he was working there. We were also far to busy picking up chicks too. We shook a firm handshake and went out own ways. Anyways I wish I wasn't so dumbstruck and would have been able to ask more questions, or punch eachother in the shoulder more and I even forgot to ask to see if he'd want to do drinks some time
O well it was good to see him after five years.
Edit: Better PD?
