Gay bar, gay bar, gay bar, WOW!
A friend (no really) once accidentally wandered into a gay bar in Wolverhampton. He had dropped his car off at a garage and fancied a spot of lunch so he wandered into the nearest drinking emporium.

Only after ordering his food did he realise where he was. Apparently the same sex couples sitting together, the homosexual artwork on the walls and the camp barman had failed to tip off this wanabe Sherlock Holmes as to his current whereabouts. Still, being a fairly open-minded sort of guy he decided to stay and eat his food.

After finishing his meal he went off to use the facilites. He found what he thought were the correct doors but couldn't figure out how to get inside the gents (ooh, matron.) That is until he noticed the interesting door furniture. Apparently the ladies door was adorned with large breasts that needed to be turned to gain access, and the gents . . . well, let's just say that the door handle was shaped like a very large, very erect, anatomically correct penis which had to be gripped hard and twisted in order to open the door.

He says he never felt so dirty.
(MrC. Having the most boring username on b3ta since 2004, Wed 11 Feb 2009, 12:47, 1 reply)

The worst thing
is when you look behind the door and see a guy standing there with a pot of brass paint, a powerdrill and the actual door handle...
( uberdeity Wondered why Owen Lars knew of the term "hell" on, Wed 11 Feb 2009, 15:51, closed)