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?
Nothing, I’ve never been in a bar in my 35 years of life.
congrats!
What?
Congrats on having never been to a bar. In my experience, they’re not healthy places. All sorts of debauchery and sadness happen at them, masked by alcohol and other drug use. They can be fun, and certainly many patrons are responsible and healthy, but that’s not always the case. That’s all.