Another dinner party, another potentially civilized event turning into a drunken mess with two of the guests giving the rest of us a lip synch performance of Whitney Houston's greatest hits.
Plenty of memorable moments, but just wanted to share my favorite:
"See I can't actually sing, but I've got all the moves. I'll show you but I need a microphone. Pass me that deodorant."
"Um...actually, that's lube."
God knows where that conversation would have gone, but the German neighbors, obviously drawing on their culture's inability to grasp the concept of "fun", started banging on their side of the wall and the night quickly ended shortly thereafter. Total nazis.