Derek woke up with a brutal hangover and a missing credit card after a wild night of blackout drinking. He couldn’t remember a single bar he visited, except for one bizarre, vivid detail: one of the venues had a spectacular golden toilet.
Determined to retrieve his card, Derek spent the entire day wandering downtown, popping into every pub he could find.
“Excuse me,” he asked the first bartender. “Do you happen to have a golden toilet here?”
“A golden toilet? Stop wasting my time, buddy,” the bartender scoffed.
He moved to the next bar. “Any chance your restroom features a golden toilet?”
“Are you out of your mind? Get out,” the second bartender yelled.
This went on for hours until Derek finally stumbled into a gritty, dimly lit dive bar on the far edge of town. Exhausted, he asked the bartender one last time, “Look, I know this sounds crazy, but do you have a golden toilet here? I left my credit card at a place that had one.”
The bartender’s eyes went wide. A huge grin spread across his face as he turned around and shouted toward the back room:
“Hey, Bob! Get out here! I think we finally found the guy who took a crap in your tuba!”
