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The Golden Urinals
Mr. Smith and his co-workers agreed to check out the new bar in town one Friday night after work. They enjoyed listening to the live band and got carried away with their drinks. He came home completely drunk that night. He was met by his scowling wife at the door, who was not happy at all. "Where in hell have you been all night?" she demanded.
"At this fantastic new bar," he replied. "The Golden Pub and Grill; everything there is golden. They have huge golden doors, a golden floor, the works - heck, even the urinal is gold!"
The wife still not believing Mr. Smith, called the Golden Pub and Grill the next day to check out his story.
"Is this the Golden Pub and Grill?" she asks when the bartender answers the phone.
"Yes it is," the bartender answers. "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 Mrs. Smith hears the bartender yelling, "Hey, Barry, I think I got a lead on the guy that peed in your saxophone last night!"
"At this fantastic new bar," he replied. "The Golden Pub and Grill; everything there is golden. They have huge golden doors, a golden floor, the works - heck, even the urinal is gold!"
The wife still not believing Mr. Smith, called the Golden Pub and Grill the next day to check out his story.
"Is this the Golden Pub and Grill?" she asks when the bartender answers the phone.
"Yes it is," the bartender answers. "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 Mrs. Smith hears the bartender yelling, "Hey, Barry, I think I got a lead on the guy that peed in your saxophone last night!"
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