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?
In this case, it was a cheap blowjob bar in a shady red light district. I felt that something was wrong before I even made it back to my hotel.
American here. What is a bj bar?
I guess it’s more brothel than bar, but it’s a place you can get a beer and a blow job. I’m not aware of any in my home country either. However, as they say: “when in Rome” (or in this case, Bangkok)…
Since I received more than I bargained for, I won’t be going back to that establishment and I’m tempted to leave a bad review on Google.