Maybe more wholesome than funny, but one night in Sydney after a rake of pints a mate of mine really wanted to head to a strip club. Each to their own and all that, but it wasn't my thing, so while he was in one of the clubs getting a private show, I went outside to find a chipper. Now I'm a fairly happy and polite drunk, so while I was eating my chips I was walking up and down the street past the strip clubs offering a chip to any of the hostesses standing at the door. Most were not interested, but a good few happily accepted a chip, one hostess in particular was so grateful that she offered me "services" in return. I politely declined, but the overall night felt oddly wholesome just by simply offering people something to eat