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

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