I learned about this because the guy tried to pee off the balcony and onto the people below.
Later that night, at Bootie, Arlo told me: "Someone re-inflated the pirate. They picked up a flat pirate off of a nightclub floor and put their mouth on it." I said, "Well it is Folsom Street Fair. It might not be the dirtiest thing they've blown this weekend." *
(Those pirates never last the night, by the way. They buy them from China in lots of a thousand.)
And shortly thereafter, as pictured, all of our toilets exploded. It was backing up everywhere, the floor was a lake, oh the humanity. I was having PTSD flashbacks to Chocolate Syrup Wrestling.
And that was only yesterday. Once more unto the breach...