My brush with the dank side

In news that rocks my world, apparently I had dinner with this man about a month ago and had absolutely no idea until BB sent me this article this morning. I'm very bad with names, and he was such an annoying person (along with his equally annoying wife) that I didn't talk to him all evening and very little to her. He spent a lot of time trying to show how crazy and zany he was, including making very loud jokes to the table of Hen's Party women next to us when they were served their (house speciality) dessert of icecream shaped into erect male genitalia. In retrospect, EWWWW!