I was the designated driver, so it was my job to watch over the other guys and get them home safely

By about 11pm they were all pretty much three sheets to the wind and getting ready to move on to the next izakaya when Mickey, the oldest at 72, told me he had to take a dump, and to wait a while for him.
We ordered another round and waited. After a while, we heard a loud scream from the restroom followed by groaning and another loud scream.
I rushed in to find out what had happened.
"What's wrong Mickey?" I shouted.
"I dunno." he said drunkenly, "I took a dump, and when I try to get up, it feels like something grabs a hold of my balls."
I burst the door open, took a look and told him, "Mickey, you idiot. You're sitting on the mop-bucket!!"
