One of my best stories was when I got paged to report to my grenade at the guitar counter. I was using a practice grenade as a soldering iron holder for repairs because my real iron stands kept disappearing. I have SO many stories. We also used to use rubber bands and picks and have pick wars on slow nights. If anyone wandered if, the closest team grabbed them and drafted them into the battle. ...then there was the local rap album we played on the PA after hours. It was so bad it was good: three guys around a mic, a Casio and pound (probably more) of weed: pure East Tennessee gansta gold!