As I shave my beard today, I leave you with the manliest story I have
A while back, me and some friends took a trip over to Montreal for a booze filled weekend
It was on this trip that I found an amazing purple wolf shirt
It had a wolf howling at a full moon, with a giant wolf head in the background staring at it in (what I assume to be) wolf approval
I am sure I posted a picture of myself in this shirt in a camwhore thread
Well, I was so proud of this shirt that I decided to wear it that night when me and my friends went bar hopping
The night was a smashing success
I ended up drunkly sauntering out of a pub at god knows when o'clock, very intoxicated
A man comes out lumbering behind me and knocks into me, pushing me back
"HEY" I say in a overly macho, joking tone
"You don't want to mess with me man, look at what I am wearing!"
The drunken man turns around, rising slowly
As he turns to face me, I recognize who is staring back at me
Oh my god.
Oh my god.
Did I just pick a fight with a drunken Georges St-Pierre
If you could have seen me at that moment
I imagine I would have look liked a deer caught in your headlights
Assuming the deer also looked like the most terrified man on earth
Out of pure natural reaction I started to slowly cower a little
Bracing my face bones for the night of their life
There are only a few times in my whole life I thought to myself 'Welp, It's time to bend over and kiss my ass good-bye'
This was one of those times
He stares at me for a second
Then cracks a smile
Bursts out laughing and punches me in the shoulder
Like so hard it made me take a couple of quick side steps
He then looks at me while chuckling and says "Great shirt!" and then just runs off down the sidewalk
Leaving me there
And with a numb arm
My friend, who had been watching the whole thing just walks up to me and says "What in the FUCK"
"I don't know" I respond, "Let's go get shawarmas."