AshT_200
12-05-2003, 16:33
Paddy had been drinking at his local Dublin pub all day and most of the
night celebrating Ireland's draw with Germany.
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. "S##te," 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. 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 the doorframe. 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. "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 doorframe, 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 much to drink last
night?" Paddy says: "I did Jess. I was fockin' pissed. But how'd you
know?"
"Mick called." She said...."You left your wheelchair at the pub."
night celebrating Ireland's draw with Germany.
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. "S##te," 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. 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 the doorframe. 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. "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 doorframe, 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 much to drink last
night?" Paddy says: "I did Jess. I was fockin' pissed. But how'd you
know?"
"Mick called." She said...."You left your wheelchair at the pub."