Rocket
04-05-2007, 12:37 PM
Paddy had been drinking at his local Dublin pub all day and most of the
night. Mick, the barman, says "You'll not be drinking any more tonight,
Paddy".
Paddy replies "OK Mick, I'll be on my way den."
Paddy spins around on his stool, steps off, and 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 cries.
He looks to the doorway and says 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, he feels much better, takes a step out onto
the pavement and falls flat on his face. I'm fockin' focked," says he.
He can see his house just a few doors down, and crawls to the door
shimmies up the door frame, opens the door and collapses inside.
He looks 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."
Again he pulls himself up by the doorframe, 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 did. I was fockin' pissed, and how did you
know?"
"Mick the barman phoned . . . You left your wheelchair at the pub."
night. Mick, the barman, says "You'll not be drinking any more tonight,
Paddy".
Paddy replies "OK Mick, I'll be on my way den."
Paddy spins around on his stool, steps off, and 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 cries.
He looks to the doorway and says 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, he feels much better, takes a step out onto
the pavement and falls flat on his face. I'm fockin' focked," says he.
He can see his house just a few doors down, and crawls to the door
shimmies up the door frame, opens the door and collapses inside.
He looks 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."
Again he pulls himself up by the doorframe, 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 did. I was fockin' pissed, and how did you
know?"
"Mick the barman phoned . . . You left your wheelchair at the pub."