The makings of a real man (1700 hits)
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Submitted by DonovanMD <Dmacd58.at.telus.net> (View user info) at 2005-05-25 13:03:47 EDT
I'm a man. A man's man. The kind of man who wouldn't think twice about knocking your teeth out if you spoke ill of my woman or my mother. The kind of man who when he walks down the street, men and women alike all sneak glances out of the corner of their eyes at this confident, impressive member of the male gender. The kind of man who if he felt compelled to would take an ax and climb into the mountains and build a cabin all by himself one weekend, just because he can. Yeah, that's a real man.
I always hear women bitch about having stereotypes that pressure them into conforming to what society views as the proper woman. Well, listen, the same pressures apply to men. Well, not quite the same, I don't worry about having to squeeze into tight jeans or making sure my breasts look pert (thanks ladies, by the way). But men face a lot of pressure to be strong, both of body and mind. Weakness like emotion is only shown by the bottom feeders and homosexuals of our gender, we're taught.
No crying! You scrape your knee you stand up, growl and shout "What the fuck!"
It's a funeral or a wedding, you stand stone faced and strong. Your dog gets run over? You man up and take it around back and end it quickly and curtly. Like a man would. The tough jobs in life come with being a man. Really the only time it's socially acceptable to cry is when your local sports team loses the championship game or you get kicked in the nuts.
Most men can't recall the last time they cried. I can though. 4 years and 6 months ago my Grandfather died. I cried a lot that week. I learned a lot about being a man from my grandfather. Funny thing was we weren't even related, he was my step fathers dad.
When I was four or five years old and my Mother began seeing my step Father and I was brought over to my step father's house. The MacDonald's are your typical Scottish family. They're loud and they eat and drink to excess, usually Whiskey. Unfortunately we didn't meet under good terms. At five years old I was a shit head. Constantly in trouble at school for fighting and swearing. I was the biggest kid in class and easily the loudest. You'd think I would have fit right in.
That evening I recall "this woman" who today is my grandmother and as close to me as anyone, come and call me from my place in front of the TV where I was planted for dinner. I made some sort of defiant comment about being able to eat dinner in the living room at my house. To which this very strong Scottish woman told me something along the lines of "Well this isn't your bloody house, and here we all eat together at the dinner table. Now get a move on".
I didn't like authority. And wasn't used to strong willed adults. So I did what came naturally to me at five, I called her an asshole.
The shit hit the fan. My mom smacked me hard when she got wind, and thank God my step dad was there to hold back his mother or I would have gotten far worse. I remember my mother threatening me with a mouthful of soap. And my future grandmother replying with, "Soap? If the wee bugger talks to me like that again he's getting a swift, hard kick up the shirt!"
I'd known these people less than an hour and I was already the black sheep.
I was getting stares from twenty MacDonald's and I knew even at a young age that the tone with which they spoke my name was not a pleasant one. My grandmother pulled out a chair and pointed at it.
"This is your seat. Use it."
I frowned and rubbed my sore bum, looking up at the circle of disapproving eyes that sat around the table. Except for one set. At the head of the table sat my grandfather.
"If the boy wants to eat in the living room, he can eat in the living room. In fact, I think I'll join him."
My grandfather stood up with his full plate, took his glass of whiskey, walked down the hall and disappeared into the TV room.
This did not go over well with my grandmother. If looks could kill, I tell you man, I wouldn't be sitting here typing this out right now. I quickly gathered up some meat onto a plate and made my way after my grandfather.
"You didn't take any veggies!" my grandmother called after me.
"...I don't like veggies!" I hollered back quickly and kept moving, not making eye contact.
I slipped into the matching recliner next to my grandfather and started picking at my food. I hated family dinners, the food sucked. I wanted pizza.. The large man with the hands and mashed nose of a former boxer chewed his spuds wordlessly. I nibbled at my ham.
Finally he looked over at me and said, "There won't be any more language like that in my house. Understood?"
I nodded my head emphatically.
We sat there together through the rest of our dinner and watched his Montreal Canadiens probably playing the Leafs on Hockey Night in Canada. He always was a Habs fan. "That Guy Carbonneau is one hell of a hockey player" he always told me. "Kirk Muller too".
When my grandfather finished his dinner he left me to my cartoons and made his way back to the kitchen. Not quite sure if I should make an appearance or just camp out in the TV room the rest of the night, I quietly collected my plate and silver wear and tip toed back to the kitchen door. As I reached the it I heard my name mentioned with that tone again. You can bet the family wasn't telling my Mother what an exceptional son she had raised. Someone was saying something about me in that "Well I never!" sort of voice. Saying that such a disrespecting boy will grow up to be a disrespecting man, when I heard my grandfathers thick and curt voice cut in, "That's enough! Leave the boy alone! He'll be just fine."
No one objected. My grandfather was the law. Not just on the street when he carried his badge and gun, but at his home, at the rink where he coached community league hockey and at any number of pawnshops, jewelers and restaurants where his many, many friends knew him as Detective MacDonald. He had always liked people that had walked to the beat of their own drum. And that's a nice way of saying I was a different kind of kid. He had made sure everyone knew I was now a member of this family.
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Over the years my grandfather and I spent a lot of time in that TV room watching hockey and football. He gave me a new respect for soccer, he had played it and played it well for years. But he played every sport well. I think of Saturday morning soccer with him a lot when I coach my brothers 14 and under team. We should win the top tier division this year.
He taught me strength isn't size and confidence isn't cockiness. He taught me that if someone hits me I should hit them back twice as hard, and that when I hit them, just do it. "Don't let them see it coming".
He taught me to stand up for those smaller than me and not to go looking for fights. He taught me that telling a racist joke doesn't make me a bad person. He taught me tolerance of others. More than anything he taught me the art of quick wit. He always had a retort.
My grandfather and I had a very formal relationship. He shook hands, we didn't hug. Real men don't kiss or hug other men. But I knew he loved me back. It just didn't have to be said.
He used to often pass me in the hallway at family dinners and say, "Hey spud, come here" and pull a loonie from behind my ear. I used to save those ear loonies and buy McNuggets for the two of us to share when I came by. He loved McNuggets.
If I can live to be half the man he is, I'll be alright. He had more of an influence on my life than anyone. I cried the last night I saw him, dying in his hospital bed of cancer, unconscious. I shook took his hand and said, "Hey Grandpa." I cried that night when the phone rang at 2:55 am and I knew what the call was about. I cried at his funeral when the bagpiper ended it with "Amazing Grace" and 500+ people poured out of a 250 person church to a parking lot overflowing with Police Cars. The Chief of Police telling us what a good man "Radar" had been.
And I cried that afternoon when we went to visit the burial plot where his ashes were placed. I walked from the car to the plot with my head hung and my hands buried into the pockets of my dress pants. And I found something. A few meters from his resting place, lying on the ground in front of me, was a loonie. I broke down and cried right there, like a fucking sixteen year old baby.
The TV room at family get togethers is not the same. The head of the table is now my step father's seat, the oldest son. When I was twelve I decided I wanted to be legally adopted and to take the name MacDonald. I'm so proud to have it, and know where it came from.
Every now and then, like with any person you lose, you'll have one of those moments where a memory comes flooding back and you'll have to pull over to the side of the road, or sit and look out a window, or sit and write.
That afternoon when we buried my grandfather was the last time I've cried until today.
He always told me to spend those loonies and not save them.
"You can't take anything with you when it's all said and done."
I love you Grandpa.
John "Radar" MacDonald.
User Reviews
Submitted by Bundaberg (user info) at 2006-11-30 14:17:20 EST (#)
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+2 to counter the idiot, this was solid.
Submitted by slapsticky (user info) at 2006-09-07 15:45:32 EDT (#)
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Submitted by I_love_Kracka (user info) at 2006-06-11 22:35:06 EDT (#)
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Submitted by darko (user info) at 2006-06-11 22:05:08 EDT (#)
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"We sat there together through the rest of our dinner and watched his Montreal Canadiens probably playing the Leafs on Hockey Night in Canada. He always was a Habs fan."
Submitted by DonovanMD (user info) at 2006-06-11 21:50:59 EDT (#)
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This has nothing to do with hockey mother fucker!
This is one of my best posts!
Submitted by darko (user info) at 2006-06-11 21:42:46 EDT (#)
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Submitted by DonovanMD (user info) at 2006-06-11 21:08:14 (#)
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Yeah, yeah, just dont take it out on my post. Feel free to go -2 my hockey ones.
Submitted by Bundaberg (user info) at 2006-06-03 01:19:07 EDT (#)
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Seriously awesome.
Submitted by DonovanMD (user info) at 2005-08-17 04:02:43 EDT (#)
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Oh well, there will always be people on Uber to break a +2 streak. Its to be expected.
Submitted by lordofthedance (user info) at 2005-08-17 01:37:49 EDT (#)
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Fucking idjits ruining the +2 streak.
Submitted by Chroniclysm (user info) at 2005-08-17 01:06:47 EDT (#)
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I even thought about not commenting because I didn't want it to show up in MRR and get fucked up by someone being an idiot or even something as simple as someone's absentmindedness to not rank.
My bad. This is still one of the best things on this site.
Submitted by DonovanMD (user info) at 2005-08-16 18:07:53 EDT (#)
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Submitted by Shroom (user info) at 2005-08-16 04:09:52 (#)
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Submitted by Chroniclysm (user info) at 2005-08-16 03:02:45 (#)
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This is maybe the best thing I've ever read on Ubersite. I'm going to go to sleep right now because nothing I read after this will be as good. Thank you.
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My grandpa died when I was 13. Worst day of my life. It'll be 5 years on the 23rd of this month. Good shit, Donovan...Good shit.
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GAH!
Way to ruin the +2 streak!
Now I have nothing....
Submitted by MrSparkle847 (user info) at 2005-08-16 04:38:49 EDT (#)
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Submitted by Shroom (user info) at 2005-08-16 04:09:52 EDT (#)
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Submitted by Chroniclysm (user info) at 2005-08-16 03:02:45 (#)
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This is maybe the best thing I've ever read on Ubersite. I'm going to go to sleep right now because nothing I read after this will be as good. Thank you.
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My grandpa died when I was 13. Worst day of my life. It'll be 5 years on the 23rd of this month. Good shit, Donovan...Good shit.
Submitted by Banga3386 (user info) at 2005-08-16 03:36:10 EDT (#)
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<stands with hat off in salute> Fine work sir.
Banga
Submitted by Chroniclysm (user info) at 2005-08-16 03:02:45 EDT (#)
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This is maybe the best thing I've ever read on Ubersite. I'm going to go to sleep right now because nothing I read after this will be as good. Thank you.
Submitted by pantsarestupid (user info) at 2005-08-09 15:31:50 EDT (#)
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Submitted by rad1101 (user info) at 2005-07-20 06:31:06 EDT (#)
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yes.
Submitted by Or_ (user info) at 2005-06-29 00:57:00 EDT (#)
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Submitted by William_Q_Percy (user info) at 2005-06-24 17:44:32 EDT (#)
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Submitted by WellFedEthiopian (user info) at 2005-06-19 01:28:33 EDT (#)
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Submitted by Awko (user info) at 2005-06-19 01:27:41 EDT (#)
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Submitted by dodahdave (user info) at 2005-06-19 00:59:53 EDT (#)
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Fuck this is good.
Damn, you're talented.
Submitted by DonovanMD (user info) at 2005-06-15 18:57:34 EDT (#)
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Thanks guys, this piece meant a lot to me and its good to get some feedback.
Submitted by Phallic_Cymbals (user info) at 2005-06-11 22:23:55 EDT (#)
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"I'm a man. A man's man. The kind of man who wouldn't think twice about knocking your teeth out if you spoke ill of my woman or my mother"
Are you kidding me? I'd laugh my ass off if someone took a shot at my woman. I fucking hate women! Anyway, lovely post and all that...
Submitted by SkyLaR (user info) at 2005-06-11 22:04:47 EDT (#)
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Submitted by thorpe (user info) at 2005-05-26 06:31:04 EDT (#)
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I worried this was going to be a Maddox-esque testosterone post after the first couple of paragraphs, but I was wrong.
Great post.
Submitted by MrWillard (user info) at 2005-05-26 06:25:32 EDT (#)
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Submitted by hobbs (user info) at 2005-05-26 06:01:47 EDT (#)
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Submitted by i_am_special (user info) at 2005-05-26 00:14:08 EDT (#)
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heres a -2 tough guy lmao
Submitted by thecaes (user info) at 2005-05-25 23:02:59 EDT (#)
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Very touching, Donovan. Very nice read.
Submitted by kaysee (user info) at 2005-05-25 21:33:11 EDT (#)
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Submitted by peckerhead (user info) at 2005-05-25 21:22:56 EDT (#)
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One of my grandfathers had a saying: Bury the dead and keep on living.
Submitted by Genko (user info) at 2005-05-25 20:51:21 EDT (#)
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Submitted by Yes (user info) at 2005-05-25 20:51:01 EDT (#)
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Submitted by hawkeynut (user info) at 2005-05-25 20:44:56 EDT (#)
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Well written, sincere post. Quite thought provoking and I'm sure it's a real tribute to the man your grandfather was.
Submitted by shadowofthedivine (user info) at 2005-05-25 20:30:34 EDT (#)
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there's nothing else I could really add.
Submitted by MoneyG (user info) at 2005-05-25 20:05:30 EDT (#)
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Submitted by knucklesnelson (user info) at 2005-05-25 19:43:27 EDT (#)
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Submitted by w_t_a_y_s_t_r_m (user info) at 2005-05-25 19:24:30 EDT (#)
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That was a really excellent statement. I lost my Grandfather two and a half years ago and then my Dad in January. Since then I've realised that they were the two people in my life who gave me the most encouragement and support for absolutly anything. I've really been missing it.
Not sure how your tastes are in music, but if you don't already know it, check out Gone Away by the Offspring (Ixnay on the Hombre album). It's the best griefing song I have ever heard and always manages to bring those thoughts to me.
Again, excellent statement.
Submitted by DonovanMD (user info) at 2005-05-25 17:53:54 EDT (#)
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Submitted by rurumon (user info) at 2005-05-25 14:51:21 (#)
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WTF is a loonie.
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A loonie is the nickname for a Canadian dollar coin. It has a picture of a Loon on it, tbe bird, not a crazy.
Submitted by runswithscissors (user info) at 2005-05-25 17:37:27 EDT (#)
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thanks for sharing, and thanks for bringing my grandfather to my thoughts today
as well......
Submitted by stevie_says (user info) at 2005-05-25 16:09:23 EDT (#)
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Submitted by Crystle (user info) at 2005-05-25 15:43:10 EDT (#)
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Submitted by Chillax (user info) at 2005-05-25 15:03:31 EDT (#)
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I normally refused to be pressured into ratings by such unmanlike emotions as sympathy or guilt. I -2'd this because you should have sucked it up. Obviously, some pussy came and changed my rating to a +2 when I wasn't looking.
I'll the fool. Wanna go kick his ass, Donavon?
Submitted by ThineJericho (user info) at 2005-05-25 15:02:49 EDT (#)
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:nods:
Submitted by spazzh0le (user info) at 2005-05-25 14:58:49 EDT (#)
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Submitted by Evillithium (user info) at 2005-05-25 14:58:22 EDT (#)
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This was simply incredible. It makes us think of those person that are important to us.
Submitted by c1ndy (user info) at 2005-05-25 14:52:01 EDT (#)
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Submitted by c1ndy (user info) at 2005-05-25 14:51:49 EDT (#)
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This post is too good for this site. It is a beautiful piece of writing.
Submitted by rurumon (user info) at 2005-05-25 14:51:21 EDT (#)
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WTF is a loonie.
Submitted by Teephphah (user info) at 2005-05-25 14:44:32 EDT (#)
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Have another.
Submitted by Teephphah (user info) at 2005-05-25 14:39:48 EDT (#)
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If this is shenanigans I WILL FUCKING KILL YOU.
The "gosh my Grandpa sure was a great guy and I miss him" genre has quite a few entries in the Uber log.
This is, hands down, the best one I have ever read. Probably one of the best POSTS I've ever read.
Wow.
Thanks.
Submitted by DonovanMD (user info) at 2005-05-25 14:33:23 EDT (#)
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Well thanks again SBC and Shark, I appreciate it anyway. Maybe if its a solid 2 rating it will end up among the top of the day or week and get a few more reads.
Submitted by MoonStone (user info) at 2005-05-25 14:21:55 EDT (#)
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Submitted by shark25 (user info) at 2005-05-25 14:05:45 EDT (#)
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yeah this kicks some serious ass
Submitted by BillsSBChamps (user info) at 2005-05-25 13:54:38 EDT (#)
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The shitty part is this will be ignored by most of the retards here because it's real writing and not some old joke or a pic of tits.
Submitted by DonovanMD (user info) at 2005-05-25 13:41:18 EDT (#)
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Submitted by BillsSBChamps (user info) at 2005-05-25 13:19:23 (#)
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I came here with the -2 gun ready because I don't really care for you but you quickly proved me to quite the asshole. I was going to do a post about my Grandfather because he kicked ass just like yours.
I got a tat on my arm of an Irish flag with my Grandfathers initials in it so that when I drink he drinks. He also may or may not have saved my life after he died.
Grandfathers kick ass.
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Thanks guys, I figure if the Uber crowd likes it, even guys like SBC, it must be good shit.
And there were points at the end of writing this yesterday, when the emotion really did turn. I ended up plunking this all out in a good 45 minutes.
Everyone has people in there life like this though, for me it was my Grandfather.
Submitted by nitty34 (user info) at 2005-05-25 13:32:50 EDT (#)
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Nice work, doctor.
Submitted by MyNameIsTim (user info) at 2005-05-25 13:32:19 EDT (#)
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thats how you do it kids...thats how you do it.
Submitted by BillsSBChamps (user info) at 2005-05-25 13:19:23 EDT (#)
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I came here with the -2 gun ready because I don't really care for you but you quickly proved me to quite the asshole. I was going to do a post about my Grandfather because he kicked ass just like yours.
I got a tat on my arm of an Irish flag with my Grandfathers initials in it so that when I drink he drinks. He also may or may not have saved my life after he died.
Grandfathers kick ass.
Submitted by Jeanneee (user info) at 2005-05-25 13:17:21 EDT (#)
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Submitted by DonovanMD (user info) at 2005-05-25 13:16:44 EDT (#)
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UBERMADNESS!!!