Twofers for MR J

99+% of my 25 years of recreational basketball play was pick up, shirts vs skins, mainly on M & Th nights, beginning in Denver. The few leagues we played in we were consistent winners and were formed from players who played rec ball together.

So I have been blessed with many friends from basketball play.

One of my buds, a CPA, great guy was getting married, Mr. J ("MJ"). His bride to be arranged a party so that her friends could meet MJ.

It sounded that he was marrying upscale as her papa owned the most sheep in North Dakota.

Well, the meeting was held in a watering hole in down town Denver. Happy hour was in effect so everyone buying a drink or a slammer for MJ brought him two more to imbibe.

During a lull, MJ disappeared. Finally somebody inquired, "Where's J ?"

They soon found him slumped over, sitting in a bathroom stall, an obvious victim of Acute Alcoholic Induced Diarrhea.

But there was a problem. He hadn't pulled his pants down.

The 911 called paramedics soon arrived and carted him past the well wishers.

He is remembered by the phrase PARTY POOPER !!