Well, here is one of my own experiences when under the influence of alcohol.
I went to a civil partnership ceremony earlier in the week, and the reception was at a local gaybar where the pair met. I myself am not gay, but since I was a good friend of the two of them I felt I had to go.
The gaybar itself had been a house that had then been converted to a pub, and later the establishment mentioned. In the front garden was a fruit/nut tree that you will find understand the importance of later.
Well, the reception went well until about 11:30pm when a group of punks pulled up outside, and dismounted their Honda motorbikes. No one took any notice of them at first, but then they started shouting about how queers and gays are a sin against humanity and the like.
I'd had a fair bit to drink by this point, so I felt that I ought to stop them from slagging off my friends on their big day. Basically, it turned into a shouting match between me and this huge biker, clad in leather and holding a cigarette. I won it, but only by smashing a bottle of Captain Morgan's over his head.
And then the biker caught on fire! His crony's were obviously pissed at this, so I I started picking these really hard nut type things out of the tree and chucking them at the burning biker and his mates.
It seemed to be going okay, I mean, the biker punks had started to back off, when I grabbed a fucking squirrel!! It bit the shit out of my hand. Needless to say, bars are off limits for a while.
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