joke

[BLACKBOB 9]

>>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.

"Be

>>Gorra... I'm flamin' sossed ," 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 flamin' 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 "bugger it" and pulls himself up onto the 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 flaming' pissed. But how'd you

>>know?" "

>>Mick phoned, . . . You left your wheelchair at the pub again."

>>

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[Guest The Hob]

nice 1

[Guest Uk_Hunter]

lol