Hubby and I used to get pretty wild with his brother and SIL. We were in a restaurant in Cambria, CA; we were pretty hammered and joking about setting the table on fire. The waiter came over and politely recommended a restaurant down the street, LOL!
We were pretty harmless though, and only set the bar on fire with the permission of the bartender, which we did more often in San Pedro at a bar we used to frequent. The bartender would pour a shot on the bar, and my SIL would light it up, and we’d light our cigarettes off the burning bar. And all that before dinner!
This was a while ago. I quit smoking in 1990, and I almost never set things on fire anymore. Sigh...
Those were the days, my friends.
Heheheh...fire.