They say that nothing good ever happens after midnight, and this sausage fest at 1:50 AM at an unknown dive bar is proof of that.
But strangely enough, it wasn't two dudes arguing over a game of pool or about who played a Goo Goo Dolls song on the jukebox this time around. Instead, surveillance cameras captured the moment a woman lit her boyfriend's hair on fire because love is strange and mysterious just like jelly beans.
(Lowers your speakers because the static in this video will destroy your ears)
You know, the craziest part about that video might just be the fact that you can still smoke in that bar that looks as though it's located in this country.
At first glance, we would have guessed that this went down somewhere in a former Soviet republic based solely on the fact that you can still smoke indoors. But the Larry Bird jersey on the wall and the jukebox that is digital instead of spinning records made it clear that it's a shithole somewhere in New England that still allows you to burn heaters at the bar. Smoke up, Johnny.
h/t The Fayetteville Observer
On second thought, burning my hair doesn't seem that bad after all: Woman Sets Cheating Boyfriend's Penis On Fire Because Hell Hath No Fury Like A Woman Scorned
But strangely enough, it wasn't two dudes arguing over a game of pool or about who played a Goo Goo Dolls song on the jukebox this time around. Instead, surveillance cameras captured the moment a woman lit her boyfriend's hair on fire because love is strange and mysterious just like jelly beans.
(Lowers your speakers because the static in this video will destroy your ears)
You know, the craziest part about that video might just be the fact that you can still smoke in that bar that looks as though it's located in this country.
At first glance, we would have guessed that this went down somewhere in a former Soviet republic based solely on the fact that you can still smoke indoors. But the Larry Bird jersey on the wall and the jukebox that is digital instead of spinning records made it clear that it's a shithole somewhere in New England that still allows you to burn heaters at the bar. Smoke up, Johnny.
h/t The Fayetteville Observer
On second thought, burning my hair doesn't seem that bad after all: Woman Sets Cheating Boyfriend's Penis On Fire Because Hell Hath No Fury Like A Woman Scorned