The Holy Grail Of Friendship

The other day, I blogged about the simple requirements that men have for their friends.
I would like to add one more new requirement:
Transport a table on their behalf from one country to another via plane
That’s right. Last night, Jaywalk called me when he reached Singapore and asked if I could help bring something back to Singapore from China because he had absent-mindedly left it behind.
Being a friend I said, “Sure, no problem”.

Today, I find myself lugging a TABLE to Guangzhou. Then I am going to board the plane with the aforementioned TABLE to Singapore. When I reach Changi Airport, I will load the TABLE into my car. Then I will drive to Holland Village and carry the TABLE up to Wala-Wala’s.
At the moment of truth, I will present the holy grail of friendship to Jaywalk - a fucking friggin TABLE that symbolizes the purest most honest non-reciprocal brotherhood there is.
A table, oh my sweet lord…. facepalm.
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