He proceeds to talk shit (I think....I don't speak Sloppy Drunk) and I just walk away. Ok, maybe Kiki interjected a quick "Don't pee on me!" and maybe we all laughed our asses off, but as far as we were concerned, that was it. Ten minutes later he yells that he's going to show me what a real man is all about and slap the whatever out of me. To which I said many many loud angry things about stupid backwater hick wife beaters. (note: i recognize not all backwater hicks beat their wives.) I blame the beer.