The James T. Callow Folklore Archive

A MAN WAS WALKING DOWN THE STREET WHEN HE SUDDENLY FELT
A TREMENDOUS URGE TO DEFECATE. HE RAN INTO A CORNER BAR,
HOPING TO FIND A PUBLIC REST ROOM. HE FOUND HIMSELF IN A
LARGE ROOM WITH A LARGE OVERHEAD FAN, BUT NO BATHROOM. HE
RAN UPSTAIRS, BUT ONLY FOUND A SMALL HOLE IN THE FLOOR. HE
DROPPED HIS PANTS AND WENT IN THE HOLE, FIGURING THAT IT WAS
BETTER THAN NOTHING.
WHEN HE WAS FINISHED, HE WENT BACK DOWNSTAIRS, AND WAS
SURPRISED TO FIND NO ONE IN THE CROWDED ROOM. THE BARTENDER
POKED HIS HEAD UP FROM BEHIND THE BAR, AND THE MAN ASKED
WHERE EVERYONE HAD GONE.
"BUDDY, WHERE THE HELL WERE YOU WHEN THE SHIT HIT THE
FAN?" WAS ALL THAT THE BARTENDER COULD SAY.

Where learned: MICHIGAN ; DETROIT