Another Irish Jokr

[Chaimai]

Best to visualise....

> 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 and falls flat on his face.

>

> 'Bi', gracious... I'm fockin' focked,' he says.

>

> He can see his house just a few doors down, and crawls to the door,

> hauls himself 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 !

[warfie]

hehe