Paddy had been drinking at his local Dublin pub all day and
most of the night celebrating St Patrick's Day.
Mick, the bartender says, "You'll not be drinking anymore
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.
"Shoite" 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.
"Shoite, Shoite!"He looks to the doorway and thinks to himself that if
he can
just get to the door and some fresh air he'll be fine. He
belly crawls to the door and shimmies up to 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 sidewalk.
He falls flat on his face.
"Bi'This post will be deleted if not edited immediately... I'm fockin' focked," he says.
He can see his house just a few doors down, and crawls to
the door and shimmies up the door frame, opens the door and
shimmies inside.
He takes a look up the stairs and says "No fockin' way". He
crawls up the stairs to his bedroom door and says "I can
make it to the bed."
He takes a step into the room and falls flat on his face.
He says "Fock it" and falls into bed.
The next morning, his wife, Jess, comes into the room
carrying a cup of coffee and says,
"Get up Paddy. Did you have a bit to
drink last night?".
Paddy says, "I did Jess. I was fockin' pissed. But how'd you
know?"
"Mick phoned, . . . You left your wheelchair at the pub."
most of the night celebrating St Patrick's Day.
Mick, the bartender says, "You'll not be drinking anymore
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.
"Shoite" 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.
"Shoite, Shoite!"He looks to the doorway and thinks to himself that if
he can
just get to the door and some fresh air he'll be fine. He
belly crawls to the door and shimmies up to 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 sidewalk.
He falls flat on his face.
"Bi'This post will be deleted if not edited immediately... I'm fockin' focked," he says.
He can see his house just a few doors down, and crawls to
the door and shimmies up the door frame, opens the door and
shimmies inside.
He takes a look up the stairs and says "No fockin' way". He
crawls up the stairs to his bedroom door and says "I can
make it to the bed."
He takes a step into the room and falls flat on his face.
He says "Fock it" and falls into bed.
The next morning, his wife, Jess, comes into the room
carrying a cup of coffee and says,
"Get up Paddy. Did you have a bit to
drink last night?".
Paddy says, "I did Jess. I was fockin' pissed. But how'd you
know?"
"Mick phoned, . . . You left your wheelchair at the pub."