Falling Down Drunk Sean had been drinking at his local pub all day and most of the night. Mick, the bartender says Youll not be drinking anymore tonight, Sean. Sean replies OK Mick, Ill be on my way then. Sean spins around on his stool and steps off. He falls flat on his face. Shit 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 hell be fine. He belly crawls to the door and shimmies up the door jamb. He sticks his head outside and takes a deep breath of fresh air. He feels much better and takes a step out onto the sidewalk. He falls flat on his face. Im fookin locked he says. He can see his house just a few doors down, and crawls to the door and shimmies up the door jamb, opens the door and shimmies inside. He takes a look up the stairs and says No fookin 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 Fook it and crawls 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 night? Sean says I did Mary. I was fookin locked. But howd you know? She answered Mick called. You left your wheelchair at the pub.
Posted on: Mon, 17 Mar 2014 18:17:19 +0000
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