The clubs in my town charge no cover and have to rely on donations from guests to pay the bills. With this in mind, I recently donated a rather large sum of money to Back To The 80s, a club run by a friend of mine. He of course was VERY greatful.
I was in a thrift store browsing plush animals recently when I felt something soft and fluffy *slam* against my chest. Looking down I saw it was this gent smiling up at me, saying he just wanted someone to take him home. Fortunately I'm a sucker for snuggly looking tigers. ;D
Music has charms to soothe the savage beast as they say, but to us bears what soothes is honey. Forget spreading it on toast. It's a little slice of heaven straight from the jar to the mouth. *sigh*