What's the strangest thing you've brought home from the bar?
What's the strangest thing you've brought home from the bar?
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?
Borat voice my wiiiiiiiife
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.
Ha, bar! I moved across the country in such a fashion that I connect with no one and sit in my apartment alone drinking on Friday nights.
Sounds fun though!!
Boo! Go to a bar and ask someone weird questions! You might get cornbread, who knows?
Raising one to you my friend - I know how tough it is to connect with people after moving sometimes. 👊
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?
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!
A girl.
My wife !
Baddum tshhhhhh
Thanks folks, tip generously and tell your friends I’m here all week.
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
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"
A man.
My ex wife.
Some guy known only as "The Brazilian"
The only thing I know about him is that he was not Brazilian.
Skindred cd, case of strongbow, few bottles of liquor, promotional pack of jeagermeister swag (metal bar sign, bombshot glasses, thongs, t-shirts), and various other little things.
Customer appreciation golf outing then party night, everyone at the golf outing got raffle tickets (I didn’t go to that), but then got too drunk to keep track of them, so I ended up with like 12 of the winning tickets at the end of the night when everyone was clearing out.
One of my friends brings homemade hot sauce to the bar and gives little tester bottles to people tho.
Took an umbrella. Not like for rain, but for a patio. It was 3m wide and lasted me several years in the back yard.
A sofa, which went into the attic until we moved out. We tried getting it out and made a hole in the wall.
Would be cool if the bar in question was a very small drive in an obscure location.
That way you'd have a hole in your wall die to a hole in the wall
This is why you have to PIV-VOTT!!!
Once got a chance of bringing home a girl but decided against it.
lots of plastic straws. not of my own accord, a friend i was out with just kept shoving them into our pockets because she was annoyed at only being able to buy paper straws at the store.
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 :/
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.
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
I intentionally stole a few glasses from a bar that I used to frequent—figured it was my tip.
the humour of the name really resonated with drunk me
Not from a bar directly, but on the walk back from the bars. I picked up a brick paver. They had just finished laying everything down in the courtyard of a new building and there was 1 brick sitting there. I looked for spot to drop that brick into close by, but I didn't see a spot. So I carried it home!
Cactus, cloth hanger, and a salt mill. Three different bars, same night. Another night my friend got home with a light bulb..