Patrick had been drinking at his local Dublin pub all day and most of the night celebrating Ireland's draw with Germany. Mick, the bartender says, "You'll not be drinking anymore tonight, Paddy" Patrick replies "OK Mick, I'll be on my way then."

 

Patrick 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 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, Jess, comes into the room carrying a cup of coffee and says, "Get up Paddy. Did you have a bit to drink last night?"

 

Patrick says, "I did Jess. I was fockin' p*ssed. But how'd you know?"

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Mick called this morning. You left your wheelchair at the pub last night".

LMAO! Thats a cracker!

lmfao, i love it

LMAO

LMFAO LOVE IT!!!!

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!

I don't often post in here, but when I do, you must admit I'm [censored] funny!!!

Must say, although im from ireland and have pretty much heard them all, that one was a cracker