Goofy Posted February 27, 2013 Report Share Posted February 27, 2013 Paddy had been drinking at his local Dublin pub all day and most ofthe night celebrating St Patrick's Day. Mick, the bartender says, 'You'll not bedrinking anymore tonight, Paddy'.. Paddy replies, 'OK Mick, I'll be on my waythen'. Paddy spins around on his stool and steps off.. He falls flat on hisface. '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 getto the door and some fresh air he'll be fine. He belly crawls to the door andshimmies up to the door frame. He sticks his head outside and takes a deepbreath of fresh air, feels much better and takes a step out onto the sidewalkand falls flat on his face.'Bi'Jesus.... I'm fockin' focked,' hesays.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..Hetakes a look up the stairs and says 'No fockin' way'. He crawls up the stairs tohis bedroom door and says 'I can make it to the bed'. He takes a step into theroom and falls flat on his face. He says 'Fock it' and falls intobed.The next morning, his wife, Jess, comes into the room carrying a cupof 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 youknow?''Mick phoned .... . . You left your wheelchair at thepub.' Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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