So I go to The Lions Tap right after working on this really heavy, greasy, nasty book binding machine. I'm all covered in grease but I want to go, so I wash up a little, throw paper on my seat, and hit it. We had a good time, and it was great meeting fellow enthusiasts. Then when I get home my wife yells "WHAT, DID YOU **** YOUR PANTS???".

I had grease all other my butt while I was walking around the bar. HAHA, Classic.