An Irishman had been drinking all night.
He stood up to leave…
—and instantly crashed face-first onto the floor.
He tried again.
Same result.
Hard fall.
He muttered, “Fresh air will fix this…”
So he crawled outside.
Pulled himself up—
BAM.
Flat on his face again.
At this point, he gave up.
Crawled four blocks home.
Crawled through the door.
Crawled all the way to his bed.
One last try…
He grabbed the edge—
pulled himself up—
…and collapsed straight onto the mattress.
Out cold.
Next morning—
his wife was standing over him.
Furious.
“So… you were drinking again.”
He blinked.
“What makes you say that?”
She crossed her arms.
“The pub called.”
Pause.
Long pause.
“You left your wheelchair there.” 😐
