One of my favorite memories from law school was a very very quiet visiting grad student from Japan who came to classes every day in a suit. After a month or so, he finally comes to his first Friday afternoon beer fest in a t shirt with a picture of a motorcycle on the front and a back that read "I wouldn't shit you man, you're my favorite turd" - and he had no idea what it meant because he, the perfect older son, had taken it from his rebellious younger brother's stuff before he left and never bothered to read the text. For such an uptight guy it was a perfect shattering moment to get him to realize he could let loose for a few hours. By the end of the night he had let loose maybe a bit too much - transformed into The Donger from 16 Candles - but he had never really relaxed before and was hammered, shouting stuff in Japanese, and hitting on every girl in sight. I got to know him pretty well over that semester - quite a few courses in common, and he told me that stealing his brother's shirt was the luckiest thing he ever did.