So my aunt and uncle ran a local, large business. Every year, they'd throw this giant all day and all night bash for my uncle's birthday. Hundreds of people would show up at their house.

So this one year, after about 8 hours of drinking, my friend and I ended up in the kitchen at the wet bar, which seated about 10 people (it's a very large house), with the survivors of the party. Mind you, by this time, I'm fucked up beyond comprehension.

So there's this British guy there. He's wearing jeans, a white t-shirt, driving gloves, and he had the rod Stewart hair cut.

My buddy sees him and makes a joke, saying "when are you going to do your rod Stewart impression."

When I heard this, in my fucked up state, I came to believe that he was actually going to do a Rod Stewart impression. I was actually looking forward to it.

So for the next hour I kept asking him when he was going to do it. He kept going into the bathroom, which I assumed was to prepare for the impression. So every time he came out, I'd ask him again and again and again.

Long story shorter, he ended breaking down and crying like a little bitch.

The next day, my aunt called my mom to tell her about how bad I was because I caused one of her best employees to have a mental breakdown.

SMFH. I just wanted a Rod Stewart impression. 😒