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Been drinking all day
Paddy had been drinking at his local Dublin pub all day and most
of the night.
Mick, the bartender, says "You'll not be drinking any more
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 pavement. He 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 and shimmies 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 this, I gotta stop drinking," 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' !!!!ed. But how'd you know?"
"Mick called...... You left your wheelchair at the pub"
of the night.
Mick, the bartender, says "You'll not be drinking any more
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 pavement. He 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 and shimmies 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 this, I gotta stop drinking," 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' !!!!ed. But how'd you know?"
"Mick called...... You left your wheelchair at the pub"
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