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Irish Story

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,

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 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' pissed.

But how'd you know?"

"Mick phoned, . . . You left your wheelchair at the pub."

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