Paddy had been drinking at his local 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, O'ill be on me way then".

Paddy spins around on his stool and steps off.....and falls flat on his face.

"Damn"..he pulls himself up by the stool and dusts himself off.

He takes a step towards the door and falls flat on his face.."Ohh bloody 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 foine.

He belly crawls to the door and shimmies up the door frame. He sticks his head outside and takes a deep breath of fresh air,

feels so much better and takes a step out onto the footpath...and falls flat on his face.

" I'm in bloooody trouble here"..he thinks to himself.

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 bloody way........"

Eventually he crawls up the stairs to his bedroom and says:"Oi can just make it to the bed.

He takes a step into the bedroom and falls flat on his face....he says "damnn it"...and literally falls into his bed.

The next morning, his long suffering wife, Jess, comes into the room carrying a stiff cup of coffee and says:

"Get up Paddy...did you have a 'bit' to drink last night?"

Paddy says: Oi did,... yes I did Jess, in fact I was bloooody pissed....but how did you know?"

"Mick phoned........You left your bloooody wheelchair at the pub!!"........

Hoo Roo....