I partied with the Berwick guys from the 1990 class after an All-Star football game. We had 7 kegs at my house and we kicked 6 by 7a.m.
Then they were taking the 7th keg as they were leaving. I told them to stop that was mine. Their response was? What am I going to do about it?
Well, I jumped...
Don't worry I already busted his chops.
And that rascal never shared his encounter with the Van Dee family. I may be the only person on the planet to diffuse these interactions. 😇