I write this with homemade maple jalapeno cornbread in my mouth, gifted to me by the bar staff at my local pub this evening. This is simultaneously the best and most unexpected thing I’ve ever brought home from a bar, my significant other excepted.
This got me thinking: what is the weirdest thing you’ve brought home from the bar, Lemmy?
I brought home a spoon this week. Friend also got one. They’re really nice spoons. Trying to decide where to put it - silverware drawer seems a little dismissive of how excited we were to get them.
Frame it in a cheap glass case with a little placard that says “Break glass in case of cereal emergency”
Chlamydia!
I really don’t get how anyone can have sex at the bar, or in a random bathroom somewhere 🫥
In this case, it was a cheap blowjob bar in a shady red light district. I felt that something was wrong before I even made it back to my hotel.
American here. What is a bj bar?
Borat voice my wiiiiiiiife
My wife !
Baddum tshhhhhh
Thanks folks, tip generously and tell your friends I’m here all week.
I can answer this halfway.
One of those big glass beer boots (actually shaped like a boot).
on the walk home, I put it down to pee and then after I stumbled back home with my prize I looked confusedly at my empty arms and realized I forgot to pick the boot back up 20 minutes ago and it was still sitting on the sidewalk somewhere in lower zhangjiajie.
Many years ago I got to the bar early, before my friends, and while waiting I applied for a job using their Wi-Fi. And I got the job. The job looked good on paper but my new boss f***** me by wage theft and pocketing pension contributions. It was fun, but it would have been more fun if I had been paid according to the law.
My ex wife.
A man.
Not from a bar but I got drunk as a teenager and brought a pair of skis I found back to my Mum’s house. My old room was used as a store room when I moved out and they were in there for like 15 years. I helped clear it out, asked where the hell these skis came from and was reminded of the drunken find I’d totally forgotten.
Skiison’s Greetings!
Cactus, cloth hanger, and a salt mill. Three different bars, same night. Another night my friend got home with a light bulb…
It’s not very strange per se, but I stole a completely regular unmarked glass, by accident, because I finished it right as the next band came on and being kinda drunk I just crammed the glass into my coat pocket so I could clap and generally be enthusiastic
Still have the glass, haha. Can’t think of anything else I’ve brought home besides maybe a napkin or flyer or something
It’s a tradition in england to steal glasses from pubs from what I heard from my friends who live there. I have 2 Guinness glasses that I stole from there, because I like their shape.
Huh, neat. Yeah, I’m American so there was no tradition or anything with my story, I was just buzzed at a show
Nothing, I’ve never been in a bar in my 35 years of life.
congrats!
What?
Be me: out drinking with friends for several hours.
Be them: acting completely normal.
Be me: drinking makes you pee, so me go pee, many times.
Be us: we’re drunk! Having a great time.
Be them: still acting completely normal.
Be me: say good night and put on my leather jacket.
Be me brain: Damn I’m drunk cuz this thing feels like it weights a ton ! Stumble home.
Be me front door: watching the confused, bemused, astonished drunk reach for his keys and pull lemon after lime after orange out of his pockets, but no keys.
Be me front door glass: Watching him stuff them into his jeans pockets like a never ending clown car of NINE pieces of citrus.
Be me keyhole: Watching drunk-e-poo finally find his keys, and let himself in.
Be me: laughing and drunk and wondering what the hell’s going on…
Be them: laughing their asses off, wondering when I’d finally notice that every time I got up to pee they took whole bar garnish and put it in my pockets.
This narration style is a bit tiresome
So are you man
Oh ho ho!
Well, are we talking stuff scored at the bar, or on the drunken stumble back?
Because I have a penchant for grabbing city property that’s been wiped out by some drunk driver already.
Bike racks. Innumerable signs and posts. A fire hydrant, a big fucking fatty, too. Car parts EVERYWHERE That yellow grippy stuff at the crosswalk. Many, many signs and posts. A whole assed traffic light (fucking finally)-not the post. Jesus, not the post. Yes, I tried. A wooden telephone pole (I had help, and we sang chanties while we did it) The lightbox with the little man and hand. It works! So does the traffic light :)
For the record, drinking and driving IS nevada’s state pasttime, and a friend of mine once scored two actual streetlights, posts and all. Bastard tried to sell them to me :/
A friend brought home a giant, bright blue, sparkly Mary-in-a-bathtub. We googled it afterwards and found out that it was super valuable, so we brought it back, but it took three of us to get it back there and was much less fun than stealing it.
The hell is a mary-in-a-bathtub?
