Mop Bucket

Now, it was two guys in Chicago—I was working in a club in Chicago, and two guys were sitting ringside, one guy got up, went inside the men's room. He was inside about 30 seconds, he screamed "WOW", and his buddy jumped up and ran inside the men's room, thought it was trouble. But the lights had blown out, his buddy was sitting in the dark. He said, "Man, what the hell you scream for?" The other guy said, "I pushed this handle down behind me and liked to kill myself." Other guy struck a match, he said, "Hell, no wonder you'd like to kill yourself, you're sitting on the mop bucket." All together, fellas, ooh...