A drunken Newfoundlander gets up from the bar and heads for the bathroom. A
few minutes later, a loud, blood-curdling scream is heard from the
Then, nothing. But, after another minute or two, another
loud scream reverberates through the bar.
The bartender goes into the bathroom to investigate why the drunk is screaming.
“What's all the screaming about in there?" he yells. "You're scaring
"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 menuts."
The bartender opens the door, looks in, and says,
You're sitting on the mop bucket!"