Golden Bear
29-03-2008, 09:28 AM
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.
"******" 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 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", but 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."
:greengrin
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.
"******" 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 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", but 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."
:greengrin