The man came home drunk at four in the morning, and his wife was all over him, yelling at him, crying because she thought he was with another woman.

“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.”