Thankfully this week's installment doesn't involve being threatened with a wrench.
On Saturday night I was at the bar and some battered bloke keeps chatting to me "It's my birthday do a shot with me"
So I'm like ok.
He goes "Oh they always want ID here, check it", and slams down his driver's license on the bar.
I begin staring intently at it to avoid talking to the man but something strikes me. His name is incredibly similar to someone who I went to primary school with.
I say "Are you actually XX?"
"HOLY SHIT! [my name]!!"
Much hilarity and drinking of straight jack daniels occured.
Fucking weird man