"Great party that, last week, wasn't it?" "Wow, yes, great food, great booze, great girls...and a posh house to boot." "Posh house?? it was a suburban semi?" "Never....they had a gold-plated toilet?" "What?, I can't remember that, you must have been drunk." "No, honestly, I remember thinking...'posh!' " The argument went backwards and forwards...yes, no, yes, no. Finally they decided to prove once and for all who was correct....they looked up the address and went to the house. A woman came to the door and one of the men said..."Excuse me, we were at your party last weekend and we're having a difference of opinion, tell us please...have you, or have you not, got a gold-plated toilet? My mate here says 'yes' but I disagree." The woman turned round and shouted to her husband... "George....I've found the bastard that crapped in your trombone!"
