Joke For St. Patrick

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 belly crawls to the door and shimmi es 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 fokin' smashed," 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 fokin' 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 "Fok 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 fokin' pissed. But how'd you know?"

Mick phoned, . . You left your wheelchair at the pub."