crownvic
March 17th, 2001, 10:14 AM
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 tiptoeing up the stairs. Halfway 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 a couple of empty pint bottles in his
back pockets and they broke and 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 and 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."
Cyaaa Vic..
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 tiptoeing up the stairs. Halfway 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 a couple of empty pint bottles in his
back pockets and they broke and 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 and 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."
Cyaaa Vic..