There’s no telling what a gentleman will do when he comes to town, and often times uninitiated locals sadly interpret his skillful maneuvers and expert socializing as actions of the offensive and highly inappropriate variety. Take for instance the ancient art of smashing champagne flutes at a wedding reception so that the dance floor is littered with shards of vein-cutting glass. To the poor soul unaccustomed to celebrating in the presence of such greatness, the gentleman’s actions can be misinterpreted as those of a dangerous, rabble-rousing drunkard, leaving nothing but carnage in his wake. But what these provincial people fail to grasp is that the gentleman — despite only adhering to the rare, non-denominational religion of the gentleman — was long ago ordained as a Rabbi (though he refused circumcision in favor of felatio), and thus his glass-smashing is merely a Jewish salute to the newly married WASP couple. Remember, once a gentleman enters the scene, all boundaries, whether religious, racial or marital, crumble. Mazel Tov!
Going4Broke: i love Pete’s photos
Going4Broke: They make me laugh out loud literally
ScotchChucker: haha me too
Going4Broke: everyone was hammered
ScotchChucker: good to look back and realize we were that shitfaced
Going4Broke: I know
ScotchChucker: someone said you were smashing glasses with your feet?
ScotchChucker: till the maid of honor told you to stop
Going4Broke: I think someone has a video of it
ScotchChucker: that would be incredible
Going4Broke: because someone said, “do it again! I want to video it!”
ScotchChucker: did you just put a cocktail glass on the dance floor and slam your foot down on it?
Going4Broke: Well, it all started when the band stopped playing and announce there was glass on the dance floor. I was standing at a table on the grass with someone and proceeded to smash a glass on the ground and yelled “THERE IS ALSO NOW GLASS IN THE GRASS”
Going4Broke: I did it again and said “There is more glass now”
Going4Broke: then “someone” told me to do it again so they could videotape it
Going4Broke: which is when the maid of honor got really mad at me and said, “we have to pay for those”
Going4Broke: I was like, “Field and Muffins aren’t going to be happy when they hear this story…”
ScotchChucker: haha nope
Going4Broke: I bet Field hates me after that night
Going4Broke: I was completely redic
ScotchChucker: one of my last memories of the night was standing at the bar ordering a scotch on the rocks….when Fitzpatrick comes around bobble heading and spills his drink on me….so i just turn right around and throw my full scotch on his crotch and turn around with the empty glass and say “Can I get a scotch on the rocks”
ScotchChucker: Muffins DEF hates me
ScotchChucker: especially after her mom tells her she had to carry me out of the reception
Going4Broke: yeah. her parents don’t know what hit them. We were a category 5 hurricane without insurance.
ScotchChucker: it was FAYnomenal
Going4Broke: I just got re-embarrassed thinking about things I did that night
Going4Broke: I ate taco bell in my room with Buffy Crawford at 2AM.
ScotchChucker: ha….my other last memory is dancing with Buffy Craw…..and spinning and shit then stopping to wipe the sweat off my face and her just saying “oh god, gross” and that ended our dance
ScotchChucker: you hook?
Going4Broke: I took my shirt off and she was like “what are you doing?!”
ScotchChucker: Tryyyyyingh to Fuuuuuuuck
Going4Broke: I responded, “I paid for the room so I’ll do whatever I want”
Going4Broke: she went to sleep and ran out of the room at 6AM
ScotchChucker: I am surprised she could resist such a fine specimen of a man-creature
ScotchChucker: ok post lunch dump