Little Jimmie Simmers and Paddy had been drinking at their local Dublin bar 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.   'Damn'  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,   "Damn - Damn"   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 path and falls flat on his face.   Oh my God... I'm friggin hammered,  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 friggin way.'   He crawls up the stairs to his bedroom door and says 'I can make it to the bed'.  He takes a step i nto the room and falls flat on his face.  He says **** and falls into bed.   The next morning, his wife, Jess,  comes into the room carrying a cup of coffee and says,  'Get your ass up Paddy.  Did you have a bit to drink last night?   Paddy says, 'I did, Jess. I was so friggin hammered.  But how did you know?'   "Mick phoned ... ... .......You left your wheelchair at the bar!!"   Aussie Paul.

excellent...don't read with a mouthful of beer...        I agree sarg