Sean had been drinking at his local pub all day and most of the night.
Mick, the bartender says, "You'll not be drinking anymore tonight,
Sean". Sean replies "OK Mick, I'll be on my way then."
Sean spins around on his stool and steps off. He falls flat on his
face. "Shite" he says and pulls himself up by the stool and dusts himself
He takes a step towards the door and falls flat on his face. He
looks to the doorway and thinks to himself that if he can just get to the
door and get some fresh air he'll be fine. He belly crawls to the door
and shimmies up the doorframe. He sticks his head outside and takes a
deep breath of fresh air, feels much better and takes a step out onto the
sidewalk. He falls flat on his face.
"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 doorframe, opens the
door and shimmies inside. He takes a look up the stairs and says "No
fockin' 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 "Fock it" and falls into bed.
The next morning, his wife, Mary, comes into the room carrying a cup
of coffee and says, "Get up Sean. Did you have a bit to drink last
"Sean says, "I did Mary. I was fockin' pissed. But how'd you know?"
"Mick called - You left your wheelchair at the pub!"