An Irishman was drinking at the pub all night. The bartender
came up to him and told him that the bar was closing. So the
Irishman stood up to leave and fell flat on his face. He tried
to stand up one more time with the same result. So he figured
he'd just crawl outside, hang out for a while, get some fresh
air and hopefully that would sober him up.
Once outside he stood up and fell again -- right on his face.
So he decided to crawl the 4 blocks to his home and when he
arrived at the door he tried one more time with the same results.
Exhausted, he then gave up and started crawling to the bedroom.
When he reached his bed he tried one more time to stand up.
This time he managed to pull himself upright but he quickly
fell right into the bed and fell sound asleep as soon as his
head hit the pillow.
The next morning, he woke up with his wife standing over him
shouting at him.
"So, you've been out drinking again!!"
"What makes you say that?" He asked as he put on an
"The pub called, you left your wheelchair there again."