Yes, this actually happened. Part three.
I was at my lovely local pub The Faltering Fullback playing cards with Chad and enjoying a nice cold pint. It was hot inside, and so we were sat as close to the door as possible, waiting for a table outside in the beer garden to open up. I was engrossed in our game of Rummy when the next thing I know everyone is running out of the room. I had to stand up to see over the jukebox to my immediate right and then saw this crazy drunk man spraying everyone with a fire extinguisher! The stream of smelly liquid shot in a thick stream and the power of the blast meant that the stream was long enough to clear this entire room. Chad jumped and moved for the door and I just ducked in a ball behind the jukebox again. The drunkard was laughing and laughing. Finally, some other guy calmed the drunkard down enough to get close enough to take the fire extinguisher from him. A couple of the ladies who work the bar came out then and were yelling at the drunk dude by his name, telling him he ruined the pool table and had to leave now. This guy just kept laughing and laughing, completely unaware of how antisocial he had been. He seemed to think he was doing everyone a favour by just cooling them off a bit. Party Animal.