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Well I guess I can tell this story again:
One tim my brother hand his friend came running back to my house yelling "Dad! Some crazy peopel were following us in a car and one of them hopped out and ran after us on foot!" So my dad took them out to look for the peopel who chased them and on the way my dad asked them what the people and the car looked like and said jokingy my brother should have used his karate , to which my brother replied "The car was blue (or something), and they guy looked like a smoker so I probably could have taken him." So they found the car, my dad pulled them over (he's in the RCMP) and asked the driver about what had happened. Turns out the driver was an aquaintance of mine, and they guy who jumped out at my brother was my friend Bobby (who my brother had seen many times before but somehow failed to recognize). So when my dad got back and told everyone the story we all just laughed.
Also, when I was at S.I.R. (outdoorsy type store) my brother asked if they had any "practice katanas" (he knows that they're called bokkens, but put it in laymans terms so the guy would understand him) and the guy corrcted him saying "They're actually called bokkens if you wamt to get technical." The rest of us laughed at my brother for looking like an idiot.
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