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