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The Drunk Irishman
Paddy had been drinking at his local Dublin pub all day and most of >the night. Mick, the bartender, says "You'll not be drinking any more >tonight, Paddy." > > > > Paddy replies, "OK Mick, I'll be on my way then". Paddy spins around >on his stool and steps off. He falls flat on his face. "What the...." he >says and pulls himself up by the stool and dusts himself off. > > > > He takes a step towards the door and falls flat on his face again. > > "Damn!" he says. > >He looks to the doorway and thinks that if he can just get to the door and >get some fresh air, he'll be fine. He belly crawls to the door and shimmies >up the door frame. > >He sticks his head outside and takes a deep breath of fresh air, feels much >better and takes a step out onto the pavement and falls flat on his face. > > "Bi'George ... I'm soused," he says. > > >He can see his house just a few doors down and decides to try for it. He >crawls down the street and shimmies up the door frame, opens the door and >looks inside. He takes a look up the stairs and says, "No flippin' way." > > But, he somehow crawls up the stairs to his bedroom door and thinks, "I >think I can make it to the bed." He takes a step into the room and falls >flat on his face again. He says, "This is hell. I got ta stop drinking," >but manages to crawl to the bed and fall in. > > > The next morning, his wife comes into the room carrying a cup of >coffee and says, "Get up Paddy. Did you have a bit too much drink last >night?" > > >Paddy says, "I did Jess. I was totally pissfaced. But, how'd you know?" > >"Mick called.. You left your wheelchair at the pub."
Posts: 4915 | From: VALLEJO | Registered: May 2004
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