The Porcelain God Exacts a Tithe

She was sitting at an unused poker table with her head in her hands. She was more than a little bit drunk... She was sobbing quietly.

Security arrived up and began to get an idea of what, exactly, the situation was.

It seems that her stomach had decided to purge itself of a little excess alcohol. Happens all the time, right? No bid deal. Well, in the act of regurgitation, her dentures had exited her mouth. Still not the end of the world. Unpleasant, but not devastating.

The kicker? The toilet had an automatic flush....and it did....and her dentures were on the way to Lake Mead.