"No, honey, I swear, I was at this bar, and it was so fancy that even
the
urinals were made of gold."
She said she didn't believe him so she called the bar.
"Hello," she said, "I just want to ask one question. My husband claims
to
have spent the night at your bar and I have one question: "Are your
urinals
covered in gold?"
To which she heard the bartender said, "Hey, Clarence, I think we found
the
guy who pissed in your saxophone."
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