Me and my buddy are working a night shift. We are annoying the fuck out of each other. We are grumpy constantly. We are driving together and we decide we should fight. We drive to Nàtional Sports. We talked to a rep. They are sold out of boxing gloves. At this point we are laughing about it, but we're doing it. We then drive to Canadian Tire and they happened to find them in a bottom drawer. One pair was 16 oz, the other 14 oz. I can't remember who wore what. I put on a three minute song. I think it was called "The Irish Drinking Song" by Buck O Nine. Don't quote me on that. The song pauses at about a minute and a half in. We both thought we actually lasted a round. We didn't, we then looked at each other and gave up. I'd still say I won.