Joke Tuesday.

This weeks joke is courtesy of our genial landlord JEZ.

I think he may have me in mind!!

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 round on his stool and steps off. He falls flat on his face." Shoite", he says and pulls himself up using 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 steps out onto the sidewalk and falls flat on his face.

"Bi'Jesus.......I'm fockin' foocked," he says.

He can see his house just a few doors down, and crawls to the door, hauls himself up the doorframe,opens the door and wriggles inside. He takes a look up the stairs and says, "No fockin' way".

He eventually crawls upstairs and into his room, takes another step and falls into bed,"Fock it", he says

The next morning, his wife, Jess, comes into the room with a cup of coffe and says,"Get up Paddy. Did you have a drink last night?"

Paddy says, "Yes I did Jess, I was foockin' pissed. But how did you know?"
















"Mick phoned.....you left your wheelchair at the pub!"


Cheers JEZ, you bastard!! LOL!!