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?
A sofa, which went into the attic until we moved out. We tried getting it out and made a hole in the wall.
This is why you have to PIV-VOTT!!!
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