A
fellow decides to take off early from work and go drinking.
He stays
until the bar closes at 2am, at which time he is extremely drunk.
When he enters his house, he doesn't want to wake anyone, so he
takes off his shoes and starts tip-toeing up the stairs. Half-way
up the stairs, he falls over backwards and lands flat on his rear
end.
That
wouldn't have been so bad, except that he had couple of empty pint
bottles in his back pockets, and they broke, and the broken glass
carved up his buttocks terribly.
But,he
was so drunk that he didn't know he was hurt. A few minutes later,
as he was undressing, he noticed blood,so he checked himself out
in the mirror, and, sure enough, his behind was cut up something
terrible.
Well,
he repaired the damage as best he could under the circumstances,
and he went to bed.
The
next morning, his head was hurting, and his rear was hurting, and
he was hunkering under the covers trying to think up some good story,
when his wife came into the bedroom.
"Well,
you really tied one on last night," she said. "Where'd
you go?" "I worked late," he said, "and I stopped
off for a couple of beers."
"A
couple of beers? That's a laugh," she replied, "You got
plastered last night. Where the heck did you go?"
"What
makes you so sure I got drunk last night, anyway?"
"Well,"
she replied, "my first big clue was when I got up this morning
and found a bunch of band-aids stuck to the mirror." |
