Let's just say that Kevin's normally tenuous grasp of European geography and sociopolitical structures isn't helped by "recovering" with breakfast at the Peppermill at 3:30 AM after a night of drinking.
Dave (skimonkey) was talking about the posessions he left with family in Switzerland when he was working in the UK, and mentioned all his skis were still over in Europe. (He's a crazy, cheese-eating Swiss surrender monkey who was "out of town when that shit happened" but that's not important right now).
Kevin gets this look in his eyes of complete awareness, and announces to the whole table, "Dude, your skis aren't in Europe, they're in Switzerland!"
As everyone stares in wonder, he keeps trying to explain the distinction, and it went downhill from there
