Kraft Spicy Mayo!  I haven’t seen this in any grocery stores in Canada (I haven’t looked very hard though).  My mom picked this up for me when she was in the States.  This stuff is liquid gold.  It is the Chuck Norris of sandwich spreads.  I shit you not, this bottle has changed my life!  I have used it to jack up some boring egg salad.  I have used it as a dip for some home made french fries.  Throwing it on a turkey sandwich makes it just about the most superior thing bread has ever seen.  There is nothing this stuff can’t do.  I strongly suggest you all give it a shot.  Hmmm…now I am hungry.  Gotta go!

This is an old Hockey Hall of Fame T-shirt that is now about 14 years old. You can barely call it a T-shirt now. It is too fragile to be worn. The material is worn so thin it is pretty much transparent. I don’t wear it because it would disintegrate into nothing if I tried to wash it. This T-shirt managed the almost impossible feat in a dudes life. It went from a T-shirt I could wear to school, to one that only got chillin’ duty, to one that was worn to bed, to being relegated to under hockey equipment! It survived all that to come back to being worn to bed! A rare accomplishment that deserves praise! Hockey Hall of Fame T-shirt, your place in my hall of fame is secure. My mom once threatened to throw it away when I was 21 years old. I threatened to burn the house down. That pretty much summed up my passion for this piece of clothing. It will spend the rest of it’s life in my closet, unless I finally decide to frame it.

Next up is Pajamas, my stuffed dog. Don’t laugh, this is for real! I have had this thing for damn near 3 decades! This is the only childhood toy I still have. Everything else has been purged through the many moves in my life. Somehow, through it all, Pajamas still gets a spot at the end of my bed on some days. He spent many years guarding the top shelf of my closet but found a new purpose at the start of 2009. My baby bulldog, Chubbs, would snuggle up to Pajamas when he was sleeping on my bed. I assumed Chubbs would just tear eat him. I guess he knew how to respect his elders! Pajamas kept me safe through many bad dreams and I guess he will be around long enough to do the same if I ever have kids!

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This pic is from about 10 years ago.  George is on the left and is headed to Vancouver.  James is in the red shirt and lives in Brampton.  Big John in back is living in Kitchener with his wife and kid.  Ben is on the right and is no longer with us.  Yours truly is in the middle.  Hopefully I can get some pics from last night and show you all of us in 2010.

Step 1:  Setup a line of salt and snort it.  That’s right.  Don’t lick.  SNORT.  Right up in your nose.  Sounds nuts?  It is!  It burns through your sinuses as if it was drain cleaner.

Step 2:  TEQUILA!  This part is pretty straight forward.  You down your shot of tequila.  This was the only standard part of this operation.  Having just snorted the salt, you lose all sense of smell.  So it actually makes the shot pretty painless.  Things go downhill from here.

Step 3: Now, this is where your average alcoholic would bite that lemon wedge to kill that tequila taste.  Your average stuntman has another way of dealing with it.  You squeeze that piece of citrus fruit right into your eye!  I shit you not.  Right into your damn eye!  After doing that, you almost completely forget about having had anything to drink.  All you have is a burning eye and a hole in your sinuses.

**Optional 4th step involves either getting slapped in the face by your waitress or having someone punch you.  I’m not even kidding about that.  Seriously, look at steps 1 and 3, are you surprised?

So there you have it.  The Stuntman.  I can say very proudly that I survived it.  Not only survived, I thrived!  I went on to drink more pints than I can count and I barely remember the end of the night.  I crashed at someones place that night and woke up without much memory.  Thankfully, I remember the stuntman.  My only regret is that we weren’t able to get a shot of me doing it.  Since I am a glutton for punishment, I am sure that opportunity will present itself in the near future.

The Moment:  This is where all preparation and training pay off.  Mike gets down on one knee and asks Hilary Duff to marry him.  Mike is a pro athlete, so he isn’t afraid to get down and dirty (neither is Hilary, as you will soon see).  His old school approach seems to work as Hilary looks pretty excited.

The Brag:  Success!  She definitely said yes.  It certainly helped Mike’s cause that he was able to afford a million dollar ring to put on her finger.  Now this is where Hilary gets into the play.  She has been waiting for this moment for a long time.  Now she has to show off to her crowd of family and friends by taking a pic of the ring and texting it over to everyone.

The Reward:  When Mike scored a big goal in hockey, he had the crowd rise to it’s feet and the coach would give him a pat on the back.  Call me crazy, I think this reward might be a little better.  Hilary proves she isn’t afraid to get down and dirty (told you!) as she rewards Mike for his solid play.  Judging by Mike’s expression, he couldn’t be happier with the result!