handcannon
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the mickey out of the mick
Paddy, our Irish friend is at the local pub.
The barman rings the bell, and announces last call. Paddy is, as usual, hammered, but orders another 2 pints and proceeds to finish them off in record time. He tries to get up to go home, and falls right off the bar-stool.
"Wow," he thinks,"I must be rat-arsed, I cannae feel me legs".
He pulls himself up by the barstool, and tries to walk to the door. Again, he falls flt on his face.
"I've had way too much," he thinks. "I'll just crawl to the door, and get some fresh air".
so he crawls over to the door, and pulls himself up, opens the door, and opens it to the outside. As he steps outside, he crumbles once again to thge ground.
"Oh, this is ridiculous, " he thinks. Only a few house down the road, is Paddy's abode, so he decides to crawl home. He gets home, and again props himself up on the door, opens it and falls on the floor inside.
"It'll be better in the morn'" he slurs. And so, he crawls upstairs to bed, climbs up, and falls face-first passed out until the morning.
At 10:00, his wife comes in the bedroom screaming and yelling at him to get up.
"What!" he cries "What!"
"Paddy, you left our bloody wheel-chair at the pub again last night."
HC
Paddy, our Irish friend is at the local pub.
The barman rings the bell, and announces last call. Paddy is, as usual, hammered, but orders another 2 pints and proceeds to finish them off in record time. He tries to get up to go home, and falls right off the bar-stool.
"Wow," he thinks,"I must be rat-arsed, I cannae feel me legs".
He pulls himself up by the barstool, and tries to walk to the door. Again, he falls flt on his face.
"I've had way too much," he thinks. "I'll just crawl to the door, and get some fresh air".
so he crawls over to the door, and pulls himself up, opens the door, and opens it to the outside. As he steps outside, he crumbles once again to thge ground.
"Oh, this is ridiculous, " he thinks. Only a few house down the road, is Paddy's abode, so he decides to crawl home. He gets home, and again props himself up on the door, opens it and falls on the floor inside.
"It'll be better in the morn'" he slurs. And so, he crawls upstairs to bed, climbs up, and falls face-first passed out until the morning.
At 10:00, his wife comes in the bedroom screaming and yelling at him to get up.
"What!" he cries "What!"
"Paddy, you left our bloody wheel-chair at the pub again last night."
HC