A guy comes home three sheets to the wind, Budweiser sloshing around in his belly like a keg adrift in a rolling sea. He staggers through the door and is met by his wife, who is scowling, figuring he's been out jumping new bones.
"Where the heck you been all night?" she demands.
"At this fantastic new saloon." he says. "The Golden Saloon. Everything there is golden."
"Bullcrap! There's no such place!"
Guy says, "Sure there is! Joint's got huge golden doors, a golden floor. Heck, even the urinal's gold!"
The wife still doesn't believe his story and the next day checks the phone book, finding a place across town called the Golden Saloon. She calls up the place to check her husband's story. "Is this the Golden Saloon?" she asks when the bartender answered the phone.
"Yes, it is," the bartender replies.
"Do you have huge golden doors?"
"Sure do."
"Do you have golden floors?"
"Most certainly do."
"What about golden urinals?"
There's a long pause, then the woman hears the bartender yelling. "Hey Duke, I think I gotta lead on the guy who pee'd in your saxophone last night!"
"Where the heck you been all night?" she demands.
"At this fantastic new saloon." he says. "The Golden Saloon. Everything there is golden."
"Bullcrap! There's no such place!"
Guy says, "Sure there is! Joint's got huge golden doors, a golden floor. Heck, even the urinal's gold!"
The wife still doesn't believe his story and the next day checks the phone book, finding a place across town called the Golden Saloon. She calls up the place to check her husband's story. "Is this the Golden Saloon?" she asks when the bartender answered the phone.
"Yes, it is," the bartender replies.
"Do you have huge golden doors?"
"Sure do."
"Do you have golden floors?"
"Most certainly do."
"What about golden urinals?"
There's a long pause, then the woman hears the bartender yelling. "Hey Duke, I think I gotta lead on the guy who pee'd in your saxophone last night!"
Too bad it wasn't Clinton's sax. 