Duane woke up on March 18th with a hangover headache that required several tablets of Tylenol. He was sipping a cup of coffee and having a difficult time recalling the St. Patrick's Day events. He could only recall 2 things from the night: being at a party at a home that had purple entrance doors, and sitting on a gold toilet seat. After about an hour nursing his headache, he decided to drive around the neighborhood to see if he could locate the house. He finally notices a house with purple doors in a cul-de-sac, the only house in the neighborhood with purple doors. Still hung over with a headache, he knocks on the door. The woman of the house opens the door and asks him if she could help him and whether he was lost.
Duane says, "Ma'am, I hope I'm not disturbing you, but do, umm, I look familiar to you?"
She says, "No. Why do you ask?"
"I recall going to a St. Patrick's Day party at a house that had purple doors, and I wanted to verify that I came to the right house," he replied.
The woman responded, "Yes, we had a party here last night and we had over 200 people come. If you expect me to remember you, forget it! But I see you are still very concerned. Is there something you need help with? she asked.
He said hesitantly, "Well, I also remember one other thing, delicate as it is, I recall sitting on a gold toilet seat."
At this point she looks away from the young man and yells out to her husband, "Jack, we found the guy who shit in your tuba!"