Me, in stitches and one other SF-er (I think FLMM) were hanging out. Tons of hot chicks were talking to me and FLMM. IS was super drunk, spilled his drink and scared off the girls.
we woke up the next day in our hotel and I said "hey stitches, I got a question."
"Were you going to ask where the best bagels in Baltimore or Miami are? Because I know the answer to both."
Me and FLMM laughed out loud
"I guess you can tell me, sure."
"[something jewish sounding]. They are run by my cousins and they have 11 Jewish ovens."
Me and FLMM were both like WTF did you just say? Jewish ovens? Haven't you thought of the implications of that phrase?"
He said "no" then we explained it to him.