Paddy had been drinking at his local Dublin bar all day and most of the night celebrating St. Patrick's Day. Mick, the bartender, says "time for you to go home Paddy."

Paddy replies, "OK Mick, I'll be on my way then."

Paddy spins around on the stool and steps off and falls flat on his face. He pulls himself by the stool, dusts himself and falls flat on his face as he steps towards the the door, he falls flat on his face again.

This time he crawls to the door thinking if he can get some fresh air on his face he'll be fine. As he steps outside into the cool night air, he falls flat on his face.

He can see his house just a few doors down and crawls to the door, hauls himself up to the door frame, opens the door and shimmies inside. He crawls up the stairs to his bedroom, opens the door and says, "I know I can make it to my bed."

Getting near his bed, he falls flat on his face but this time on the bed.

THe next morning, his wife Jess, comes in the room carrying a cup of coffee and says, "time to get up Paddy." Jess then says "I assume you had a wee too much to drink last night?"

Paddy says, "I did Jess but how did you know."

Jess says, "Mick the bartender phoned saying you left your wheelchair at the pub."

I'm still crying from laughter.

First I do not know if I am too self involved but when I saw the title I thought this was a thread about me.

Great joke Wolfie.

That happens here on the east side all the time. --FLO--

Very cute.

Thank you for posting this - I can see my brother doing this on occasion.