drunk

A 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 two, another loud scream reverberates through the bar.

The bartender runs into the bathroom to see who is screaming.

"What's all the screaming about in there?" he yells at the drunk. "You're scaring my customers!"

  "I'm just sitting here on the toilet minding my own business," slurs The drunk, "and every time I try to flush, something comes up and squeezes the hell out of my nuts."

The bartender opens the door, looks in, and says, "Uhmmmm, you're sitting on the mop bucket.''

That one will only be funny to those of us that have intimate knowledge of the mechanics of a real mop bucket. The ones I remember where all metal. Did clean up in the mornings at JCP with a crew of 4 then downsized to 3 back in the early 90's.

I remember our supervisor being an ass. Stickler for the plastic U shaped clothes pins being found. We just smiled. Then continued to shoot each other with them using a rubber band. You'd be vacuuming through a million some clothe racks and get stung by someone else on your team. It was paint ball without the cost or mess. No wonder we missed picking up all the clothes pins.

My insulated young ones wouldn't have a clue about a mop bucket, yet.