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Paddy had been

drinking at his local Dublin pub all day and most of the night

celebrating St Patrick's Day. Mick, the bartender says,

'You'll not be drinking anymore 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 sidewalk and 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, hauls himself up the door

frame, 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, 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' pi**ed. But how'd you know?'

 

 

 

 

'Mick phoned . .. . you left your

wheelchair at the pub.'

[JT1703]

[Chris`I]