Drinking, Gordie, a bit drunk gets up from the bar and heads for the bathroom.
A Few minutes later, a loud, blood-curdling scream is heard from the bathroom.
Then, nothing. But, after another minute or 2, another loud scream reverberates through the bar.
The bartender goes into the bathroom to investigate why Gordie is screaming.
“What’s all the screaming about in there?" he yells. “You’re scaring my customers!”
"I'm just sitting here on the toilet minding my own business," slurs Gordie, "and every time I try to flush,
Something comes up and squeezes the hell out of my balls!
"The bartender opens the door, looks in, rolls his eyes, and says,
"You're sitting on the damn mop bucket."
A Few minutes later, a loud, blood-curdling scream is heard from the bathroom.
Then, nothing. But, after another minute or 2, another loud scream reverberates through the bar.
The bartender goes into the bathroom to investigate why Gordie is screaming.
“What’s all the screaming about in there?" he yells. “You’re scaring my customers!”
"I'm just sitting here on the toilet minding my own business," slurs Gordie, "and every time I try to flush,
Something comes up and squeezes the hell out of my balls!
"The bartender opens the door, looks in, rolls his eyes, and says,
"You're sitting on the damn mop bucket."
