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| foxedup69 Posted on 27/07/2010 20:28 IRISH HUMOUR IS THE BEST 6 | Email Message To A Friend | Reply To Message | Report Message |
| Paddy staggered home late after another drinking session and took off his shoes to avoid waking his wife. He crept towards the stairs but misjudged the bottom step and sat down heavily as he fell backwards. The whiskey bottle in his back pocket broke and made the landing painful. Managing not to yelp, Paddy pulled down his pants and saw in the hall mirror that his rump was bleeding. He managed to find a box of Band-Aids in a kitchen drawer and looking over his shoulder in the mirror, stuck one wherever he saw blood. In the morning, Paddy woke up with a serious pain in both his head and his butt. His wife was staring at him accusingly and said, “You were drunk again last night weren’t you?” Paddy replied, “Why do you say such a mean thing?” “Well,” she said, “It could be that the front door is wide open. It could be the broken glass at the bottom of the stairs. It could be a trail of blood through the house or it could be your bloodshot eyes. But what really convinced me are the Band-Aids stuck on the hall mirror.” | |
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