So Oggar brings back some new friends after bar. He becomes even more fixated on headbutts than usual. He first engages in his usual trying to get me to headbutt him and calling me names. Then he turns his focus to his guests. The new guy is getting pretty edgy and keeps refusing to headbutt him. I basically push him into his chair and tell him to chill out, but he's still going on and on about how he's going to headbutt this guy. And then things get even weirder than usual. After sever attempts to get out of the chair he says to me, "Josh, hold my pants so I can headbutt this guy."
"Hold my pants." I should clarify that he was still wearing them at the time.
"I'm not touching your pants."
"C'mon, just hold my pants."
Brian's guest is a decent sized guy, but he's obviously very uncomfortable about all of this. His girlfriend seemed calmer. I suspect she also noticed that Oggar was unable to stand up. Eventually we distract him and move on to other topics of conversation. He eventually starts to nod off, and then out of nowhere, "Did I piss myself?"
"I hope not."
"Oh, I didn't. It looked like I did, but it'd be getting bigger," as he points to his groin. I hope he meant some imagined stain, but who knows?
"You people terrify me. You're like some sort of Unholy Trinity of drunken viking maniacs." - Nil
"You know, I'm surprised that someone who looks like the aging love child of Big Bird and Snuffaluffagus would bring physical appearance into this." - Oggar
It dulls pain, makes the sun shine brighter, and makes boring people more interesting.