Just wanted to update that the establishment has been closed. After a rash of injuries(by my count: 13 broken ankles/legs, 9 concussions, 2 torn rotator cuffs, two broken wrists, and uncounted other minor injuries) the place tried to reinvent itself as an airsoft course/15-20 year old dance club. The town was not amused, and revoked all their entertainment licenses.
Damn, nine concussions?
Damn, thats what happens when Roman orgies turn into paintball.
Not my sport brah.
In retrospect when the wife forgets the anniversary, do you get a dude license to get super pissed, run out of the house crying, and just generally throw a colossal "MMA meathead"-esque tantrum that will hopefully culminate with her allowing you to install a punching bag in the living room?
How far is too far?
Man rape is only funny in prison.
For hilarious examples see Will Arnette's delightful classic, Let's go to Prison, and Rob Schneider's ever tongue in cheek collaboration with David Carradine in: Big Stan.