Three guys wake up less than bright-eyed and bushy-tailed one January 1st. In recounting the adventures of the previous night, which involved visiting many parties (some of which they even had been invited to attend), the discussion turned to what had most impressed them at the various venues. One fellow, obviously the most worthy of the crew, voted for the place with the trophy room displaying impressive heads, hides, and other memorabilia from six continents. Another, perhaps the most refined of the group thought that the artwork in another residence was simply marvelous. The third, the practical member of the trio, allowed that the place with the golden toilet was incredible. There followed a heated discussion revolving around the insistence of the other two that no place they had visited had any such thing. Undeterred by their denial, the third party insisted on its existence. Naturally, money was placed on the table and the matter needed to be settled. This involved retracing their steps of the previous evening in search of the golden throne. Their inquiries resulted in polite denials, to doors being slammed in their faces, to threat of the constabulary being contacted. After many hours of fruitless searching, they finally came to the last place that they remembered visiting. Upon their asking if this residence did, in fact, contain a golden toilet, the person at the door turned and hollered, "Hey, Earl, the guy that tschidt in your tuba is back!"