An Irishman spent the entire evening at his favorite pub, enjoying “just one more drink”…
…over and over again.
Eventually, the bartender rang the bell.
“Last orders! We’re closing!”
The man stood up to leave…
And instantly crashed face-first onto the floor.
“A little fresh air will fix me,” he mumbled.
So he crawled outside.
He tried standing again.
THUD!
Flat on his face.
Deciding he wasn’t giving up, he crawled all the way home.
At his front door, he made another heroic attempt to stand.
THUD!
Down he went again.
He crawled through the doorway, dragged himself up every single stair, and finally reached his bedroom.
With the last bit of strength he had left, he tried one final time to stand.
THUD!
Straight into bed.
Seconds later, he was fast asleep.
The next morning, he woke to find his wife standing over him with her arms crossed.
“So… you’ve been drinking again!”
He looked genuinely surprised.
“How on earth did you know?”
She rolled her eyes.
“Because the pub just called.”
He swallowed nervously.
“And?”
She replied,
“You left your wheelchair there… again.” 😂
