|
Post by soulstoke59 on May 30, 2008 19:50:33 GMT
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 the 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'Jesus... 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 > > > >
|
|
|
Post by scfctilidie on May 30, 2008 19:57:23 GMT
;D ;D
|
|