WOD Friday April 30/10

In Andrew's younger years he lived in the north end of Kingston, I know most of you are scratching your head in disbelief. I still can't understand why he became such a "puff" either, unlike his buddy Perry who also grew up in the north end....but that's another story.

If you have following the saga thus far, you know that during the 'early years', Andrew was into wrestling       (see Apr 28/10 blog posting) and his parents allowed him to indulge in some "not so healthy" food choices to become more like his big bald hero.

At the end of each Saturday WWF show, Andrew's dad Barry would spend hours trying to convince Andrew to take off the snug blue singlet. As incentive, Barry would have to promise to take him to the golden arches. Andrew always agreed and the arduous task of getting him out of the snug costume would begin. In his excitement, Andrew would loose control of certain bodily functions and poor Barry would be forced to drive with the car windows down...even in the dead of winter.

This Saturday ritual became Andrew's 'raison d'être' which is clearly seen by his huge smile in the picture below.