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 off.
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 door frame, opens the door and shimmies inside.
He takes a look up the stairs and says "No focking way".
He crawls up the stairs to his bedroom door and says "I can make it to the
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 too much 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."