It's my turn to roast

On Saturday night my good friend, The Padre, had his bachelor party. He is the person who introduced me to Steve. Instead of having the typical party, he decided to have a roast. Unfortunately this was an all boys event, so I was not invited. Steve, on the other hand, had been preparing for the roast for weeks. I heard that Steve was freakin hilarious. Anyway, since I didn't get a chance to roast The Padre on Saturday night and I heard a couple of shots were taken at me, here is my small attempt at roasting my good buddy. It's all in good fun.

The Padre was a great roommate. He was very cost
conscious. He kept the water bill very low by showering
once a week.

The Padre - you have a future selling Fruit Loops as
Toucan Sam's replacement.

The Padre - let me give you a fashion tip - TRY a little.

The Padre, I wish you and Shira a very happy, healthy, and a wonderful life together. I can't wait for the wedding this weekend.

Here are some pictures that Steve took of the roast.

The Padre in his chair


Steve roasting The Padre


The Padre strikes back