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?
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.