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[sonofodin]

Shayne has been on the piss all night.
Mick, the bartender says, "You'll not be drinking anymore tonight, Shayne".
Shayne replies "OK Mick, I'll be on my way then." Shayne spins around on his
stool and steps off. He falls flat on his face.
"Ooops" 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. He looks to the
doorway and thinks to himself that if he can just get the door and get some
fresh air he'll be fine. He belly crawls to the door takes a deep breath of
fresh air, feels much better and takes a step out onto the sidewalk.
He falls flat on his face.
"I'm fockin' focked," he says. He can see his house just a few doors down,and
crawls to the door and shimmies up the doorframe, 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, Mary, comes into the room carrying a cup of
coffee and says, "Get up Shayne. Did you have a bit to drink last night?".
Shayne says, "I did Mary. I was fockin' pissed. But how'd you know?"
"Mick called. You left your wheelchair at the pub."