I"ve gotten kicked out of my fair share of bars but most don't really have a funny story, except for these two.
I'm at an Irish bar in Carlsbad and I get kicked out for a scuffle. I decided that I'd find another way in, so I walked around the side of the building looking for another door, but the only other door was in the back and it was fenced off. Shit, fail...so I thought. Then I found an electric panel, so I decided if I can't have fun, no one else can, and I opened it up and flipped all the breakers off. People are starting to empty out when I get back to the sidewalk and I'm snickering. I see a few friends and tell them what I did so we posted up across the street to watch the fallout and laugh. You'd think someone would immediately go to the electric panel if the power goes out but it took a good 10 minutes before someone had the idea to check it. By that time they lost a good amount of the crowd to other bars within the area. I felt good.
It's my birthday, like 22 or 23 or something, and I'm at a club in the gaslamp quarter in downtown called Tsunami's. I only remember half the night since friends were buying me tons of drinks and I was shitfaced. The designated driver decided it's time to leave because I was getting a bit out of control, so he gathered everyone up and apparently we were all leaving in a group. They get the curb outside the entrance and Papi Chingon is nowhere to be found. They are asking eachother where they lost me and were about to go back in until all the sudden a bouncer appears with me in a full nelson and he throws me out. No idea what I did to get tossed out like that, but my friends thought it was hilarious since we were all leaving and it only took me 30 seconds alone to do something that triggered security to toss me out aggressively. I had to be told this story the next day.