The drunk had finally had all his bladder could hold, so he asked the bartender where the men's room was.
"Right through there and turn left," said the bartender. The drunk staggered back to the loo and everyone could hear the door slam shut . But after a few minutes, a piercing scream come from the restroom. The bartender looked around nervously. Then another scream came. Some customers started paying their bill and leaving. At last, a third shriek even louder than the last shattered the silence.
The worried bartender wandered back to see what was going on. "Just what the hell do you think you are doing?" the bartender asked. "You're frightening off all my customers." "There's a monster in the commode", the drunk mumbled. "Every time I tried to flush it, the monster reaches out, grabs me by my balls, and squeezes them so hard I can't stand it!"
"You damn fool," the bartender replied. "You're not sitting on the toilet. You're sitting on the mop bucket!"