An Irishman's been drinking at a
pub all night. The bartender
finally says that the bar is
closing. So the Irishman stands up to
leave and falls flat on his face.
He tries to stand one more time,
same result.
He figures he'll crawl outside and
get some fresh air and maybe
that will sober him up. Once
outside he stands up and falls flat on
his face.
So he decides to crawl the 4
blocks to his home and when he
arrives at the door he stands up
and falls flat on his face. He
crawls through the door into his
bedroom. When he reaches his
bed he tries one more time to
stand up. This time he manages to
pull himself upright but he
quickly falls right into bed and is sound
asleep as soon as his head hits the pillow.
He awakens the next morning to his
wife standing over him
shouting at him.
"So, you've been out drinking again!"
"What makes you say that?" He asks
as he puts on an innocent look.
"The Pub called; you left your wheelchair there again."
