A man had been drinking at a pub all evening, and by the time the bartender rang for final orders, he was totally bladdered.
He stood up to leave and promptly fell flat on his face.
A second attempt ended in the same result, so he figured he’d crawl outside and get some fresh air, and maybe that would sober him up.
Once outside, he stood up and fell flat on his face once more.
Giving it up as a bad job, he decided to crawl the mile to his home.
When he arrived at his front door, he stood up and again fell flat on his face.
He crawled indoors, up the stairs, and into his bedroom.
When he reached his bed, he tried one last time to stand up.
This time, he managed to pull himself upright, but he quickly fell onto the bed and was sound asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow.
He was awakened the next morning to his wife standing over him.
“So, you’ve been out drinking again!” she shouted.
“What makes you say that?” he asked, putting on an oh-so-innocent look.
“The pub called. You left your wheelchair there.”