Your Capo invites you to the Suspected Informants Jamboree, from which your good friends Eddie "The Thumb" and Vinnie "Chins" didn't return last year.

Freddie "Two Shots" tells you that he absolutely loves to stand in the shower facing the wall and insists that you give it a whirl.

Twelve miles off New Jersey and you're the only one with a fishing pole.

Jimmy "The Driver" demands you sit in front even though Freddie "Garrote" is much taller.

When you say "see ya later" everyone looks away and whistles.

The crew insist there's a Sheryl Crow concert deep in the woods and that she'll autograph the spades they're carrying.

The two UPS guys at your door look at each other and say "Let's do this."

You find yourself in a room full of people where the only guy you know is mouthing "Sorry."

At your birthday party in the desert: ten bats, no piñata.