Uncovered

Paddy had been drinking at his local Dublin pub all day and most of the

Night celebrating St Patrick's Day. Mick, the bartender says, 'You'll

Not be drinking anymore tonight, Paddy'.. Paddy replies, 'OK Mick, I'll

Be on my 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 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 and 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,

Hauls himself up the door frame, opens the door and shimmies inside.. He

Takes a look up the stairs and says 'No f... 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 'f... 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 f...in' pissed. But how did you know?'


'Mick phoned .. . .. .'