They are connected in that they all included massive beer drinking.
Gordo was singing Monkey tunes because I kept insisting that the Monkeys were less commercial than the Beatles. (No, I don't believe that, but this guy talks incessantly about the Beatles so I had to say it.)
The fire could have been any one of a thousand incidents, but you're likely thinking of when I lit my face on fire.
The stripper with the puppet show was at the Polo Park Inn. That's when we took JD, I think. I don't think he'd ever seen a naked woman before.
The guy trying to sell us coke (his name was Larry, btw) was the night that Mrs. Rev and I jumped out the window of the boat when we discovered that you'd booked us on a disco cruise. That's the same night I drove into you with that old yellow and red truck I had.
