Brings back a memory of a bachelor party many years ago. My ex's family were a bunch of farmers - highly educated farmers (almost all had masters degrees) - but farmers none-the-less.
One of the BIL's was getting married and we had a bachelor party at his house (bad idea #1) while his fiance' went and hung out at her mother's. Much beer was consumed, cigars were smoked, poker played, pron playing on the TV. Typical stuff.
I was in charge of cooking. One of the siblings brought RM oysters from a calf they had castrated on their farm. I peeled the skin, sliced, dredged, fried. Nothing special but they were eaten. Skins were dropped down the garbage disposal (bad idea #2).
The fiance and her mother opened the door at 8:00 am the next morning (really bad idea #3). Pron was still running on the TV, beer cans and liquor bottles were everywhere, guys were randomly passed out everywhere (including the front door - he was hit by the door and just rolled over to allow it to be opened). Needless to say, the fiance and mother were shocked! Shocked! I tell you. (What the hell did they expect?)
Anyhoo, I was the least hung over and started to clean. Tried to grind up the ball skins in the disposal. (bad idea #4) Not going to happen. Like trying to grind up a bag of rubber bands. Had to reach my paw into the garbage disposal and pull the pieces/parts out while the mother was standing there. She was expecting an explanation. None was given.
It made for good stories. They have been married 25+ years now. Me and his sister? Not so much.
RR