Here's mine:
I took a transsexual into my local neighborhood (Cheers type) bar on the way back from a more tolerant nightclub because we were hungry & nothing else was open & I knew they sold slices of pizza. Everyone in the bar knew me alot of them were neighbors. The two of us were worst than completely shitfaced. We ordered a round of beer & a couple slices of pizza & then she starts dry-humping me right there on the bar stool while everyone stared at us (they all looked horrified). The bartender asked us to leave as soon as we got our pizza (he was literally shaking!). This was 5 years ago... I've never been back in there since.
-If you beat this story, then you are the winner! I'll leave this open for a couple days.
2006-06-05 18:54:29 · 7 answers · asked by explodingcanary 1 in Food & Drink ➔ Beer, Wine & Spirits
There was one time that I was really messed up in Germany, I was stumbling around on the streets (which is legal there) and went into an Irish Pub. I ordered a Bacardi Coke as soon as I walked in. I made my way back to the bathroom and felt sick. I was so drunk that I threw up into what I thought was a toliet, but when I was done, I discovered it was a urinal. I thought I should leave, but I got a drink waiting for me, so I went back to the bar. Sure enough, the bartender went back to the bathroom, stormed out and told me to leave. I tried to be suave and said, that wasn't me someone else must have did it. Then I looked around and realized I'm the only one here! Good times....
2006-06-05 19:04:42 · answer #1 · answered by Scottie 4 · 0⤊ 1⤋
I was nineteen and I had a fake i.d., the girl in the picture didn't even look like me, but no one ever said anything about it. The girl's name in the i.d. was Ashley (which is not my real name of course) I went to this bar and some drunken man came up to me and started calling me Tara, which isn't my name either, never even met the guy. The bartender overheard and he was like "Tara huh?" and I got kicked out because of some drunken guy, but I shouldn't have been there in the first place. That's the only story I've got.
2006-06-07 13:09:26 · answer #2 · answered by sgrjackson1 5 · 0⤊ 0⤋
Not kicked out but kicked..as a teenie i had my ear pressed to the door of a small cities club to hear the Police before they were famous..everyone was talking about them and I wanted in but you know how that can be..a bouncer kicked the door open and knocked me out..all the "chicks" outside had a great laugh and I had a headache for a week..a pretty crappy story but way better than your's which seems to me pretentious.
2006-06-05 19:09:31 · answer #3 · answered by Spud 3 · 0⤊ 0⤋
Wow! That is a heck of a bar-extracting story...mine may not be as exciting...a good friend of mine...his name was "Bob" took me to his fave bar 25 years ago in Germany. Turned out to be a very nice gay bar. I didn't know but thought it odd that there were only a few girls there. There was a very handsome British gentleman...I bought him a drink. I didn't know he was gay. He reciprocated by buying me a drink and sending over his good friend "Heidi"...a young butch Lesbian lady. She seemed to like me a great deal but I only thought she would be nice FRIEND material. Heidi wanted to dance...okay, I danced a fast number from Suzi Quatro but then the music turned very SLOW. She was able to dance with me for 30 seconds slow and I ran off of the dance floor. The owner of the bar...a nice gay German gent looked at me with daggers in his eyes...I extracted myself from this pub...turns out Heidi was his niece!!! I was mortified when Bob told me the following week!
2006-06-05 19:17:39 · answer #4 · answered by bjorktwin 3 · 1⤊ 0⤋
in my youth in Exeter, Devon, England i was sitting in a bar with my whimpy friend and a bunch of drunken assholes came in.. They started picking on my friend so I stood up and got heavy with them, eventually saying to the leader "who the "fork" are you?"
He said he owned the bar and told us to get out.. So on the way out he had a go at me and I spun round and yanked both the arms of his very expensive cashmere sweater..
He had half a dozen heavies with him who dragged me outside to the street, surrounded me and started really throwing in the punches. So I squat down and grabbed a couple armfulls of legs and stood up quickly sending these six bozos tumbling in all directions, to which the owner ran up, grabbed my hand and started shaking it, inviting me back in for free beers..
Man it was weird.
2006-06-05 20:09:45 · answer #5 · answered by simsjk 5 · 0⤊ 0⤋
I was simply 13 and kicked out because I drunk muhc beer.
2006-06-05 19:15:41 · answer #6 · answered by Anonymous · 0⤊ 0⤋
"I got kicked out of Riverdance for using my arms." -- Gary Valentine
2006-06-05 19:50:54 · answer #7 · answered by Hafiz 7 · 0⤊ 0⤋