Joke of the Day! - - Too funny!
Joke of the Day!!
Paddy had been drinking at his local Dublin pub all day and most of the
night celebrating Ireland's football victory.
Mick, the bartender, says 'You'll not be drinking
any more tonight,Paddy'
Paddy replies 'OK Mick, I'll be on me way then.'
Paddy spins around on his stool and steps off. He falls flat on
his face.
'Shoite' 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.
'Shoite,Shoite!'
He looks to the doorway and thinks to himself that if he can just
get to the door and some fresh air he'll be fine. He belly crawls to
the door and shimmies up to the door frame. He sticks his head outside
and takes a deep breath of fresh air,feels much better and takes a step
out onto the sidewalk. He falls flat on his face.
'Bi'Jesus... 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 door
frame, opens the door and shimmies inside. He takes a look up the
stairs and says 'No fookin' way!'
He crawls up the stairs to his bedroom door and says 'If i can
just make it to me 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, Jess, comes into the room carrying a
cup of coffee and says, 'Get up Paddy. Did you have a bit to drink last
night?'.
Paddy says, 'I did Jess. I was fookin' pissed. But how'd you
know?'
'Mick called. You left y'wheelchair at the pub.'
Paddy had been drinking at his local Dublin pub all day and most of the
night celebrating Ireland's football victory.
Mick, the bartender, says 'You'll not be drinking
any more tonight,Paddy'
Paddy replies 'OK Mick, I'll be on me way then.'
Paddy spins around on his stool and steps off. He falls flat on
his face.
'Shoite' 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.
'Shoite,Shoite!'
He looks to the doorway and thinks to himself that if he can just
get to the door and some fresh air he'll be fine. He belly crawls to
the door and shimmies up to the door frame. He sticks his head outside
and takes a deep breath of fresh air,feels much better and takes a step
out onto the sidewalk. He falls flat on his face.
'Bi'Jesus... 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 door
frame, opens the door and shimmies inside. He takes a look up the
stairs and says 'No fookin' way!'
He crawls up the stairs to his bedroom door and says 'If i can
just make it to me 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, Jess, comes into the room carrying a
cup of coffee and says, 'Get up Paddy. Did you have a bit to drink last
night?'.
Paddy says, 'I did Jess. I was fookin' pissed. But how'd you
know?'
'Mick called. You left y'wheelchair at the pub.'
