I personally find shooting up between my toes in the middle of a bar a lot classier than letting one rip...but just me. I'm a bit of a WASP.
Well, to each their own I guess.
I like walking around the bar in SBD mode, then sit back and watch somebody's girlfriend smack the crap out of him and assign him the blame. Dunno why, but it makes me happy.

Except that one time in the elevator, after an afternoon of pulled pork sammiches at the fair... That was a bad day.
