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?

  • @DempstersBox
    4•2 days ago

    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 :/