My grandfather was a WWII vet... He said he went to Paris back in the day, and went into this lounge called ""Les Jardin Rois"" got drunk and pissed on the bar, banged all the waitresses, beat up the bouncer and threw a chair through the front window. Naturally, I went there on vacation one year and tried the same shit, got my ass kicked by a bunch of Parisians and thrown in jail. Calling him from the phone in prison he asked ""Who did you go to that lounge with?"" Taken back by the question, I simply said, ""Just myself. Who did you go with?"" Grandpa replied ""the SS.""