I got my best man a Spyderco knife. Actually, all the guys in the wedding party got knives. His was the best of them though.
Part of the after recepetion entertainment involved liberal amounts of PCP, crack and liquid acid administered straight to the whites of the eyes.
All of the men in the wedding party were cast naked into a pit with their shiny new knives. An electronic version of La Macarena was blared incessantly, interspersed with excerpts from the Blue Danube Waltz. Mayhem ensued.
Yeah, knives were a good present.