A wee little man went to Texas and, since everything is bigger in Texas, was intimidated by the size of it all.
He went into a bar and of course the bar stools were extra tall, because everything is bigger in Texas, but the wee man managed to crawl up onto the bar stool and yelled "Bartender, give me a beer!"
The bartender promptly served him a beer. The beers of course were bigger than any beer he'd ever seen before, because everything is bigger in Texas, and after drinking such a huge beer needed to go to the bathroom.
The wee man asked the bartender "Where's the bathroom?"
The bartender said "The bathroom is down the hall, turn to your left"
The wee man crawled down off the bar stool went down the very long hall, because everything is bigger in Texas, turned right and fell in the pool and, because everything is bigger in Texas, started screaming "FOR THE LOVE OF GOD! DON'T FLUSH IT!"
Makes me think of the Leo Rosten story of a Texan meeting an Israeli and bragging about how big everything was in his state. As in: "I can start driving in the morning and not reach the far end of my ranch until nightfall."