After a long day at work, a guy decides to go get a couple of drinks before he heads home. Next thing he knows, the bar’s closing and he’s bowel-failingly drunk. When he gets home, he doesn’t want to wake anyone, so he takes off his shoes and starts tiptoeing up the stairs.
Halfway up the stairs, he falls over backwards and lands flat on his ass. What’s worse is that he had a couple of empty pint bottles in his back pockets, and the broken glass carved up his butt real good.
A few minutes later, as he was undressing, he noticed blood and he checked himself out in the mirror. What he saw scared the shit out of him and he tried to bandage himself the best he could under the circumstances. After all this, he just wanted to sleep so he crawled into bed.
The next morning, as his head was pounding and his ass was throbbing, he tried to think of a good story for his wife.
“You really tied one on last night,” she said. “Where did you go?”
“I worked late,” he said, “and I stopped off for a couple of beers.”
“A couple of beers? That’s funny,” she replied. “You got plastered last night. Where the hell did you go?”
“What makes you so sure I got drunk last night, anyway?”
“Well,” she replied, “my first big clue was when I got up this morning and found a bunch of Band-Aids stuck to the mirror.”
Halfway up the stairs, he falls over backwards and lands flat on his ass. What’s worse is that he had a couple of empty pint bottles in his back pockets, and the broken glass carved up his butt real good.
A few minutes later, as he was undressing, he noticed blood and he checked himself out in the mirror. What he saw scared the shit out of him and he tried to bandage himself the best he could under the circumstances. After all this, he just wanted to sleep so he crawled into bed.
The next morning, as his head was pounding and his ass was throbbing, he tried to think of a good story for his wife.
“You really tied one on last night,” she said. “Where did you go?”
“I worked late,” he said, “and I stopped off for a couple of beers.”
“A couple of beers? That’s funny,” she replied. “You got plastered last night. Where the hell did you go?”
“What makes you so sure I got drunk last night, anyway?”
“Well,” she replied, “my first big clue was when I got up this morning and found a bunch of Band-Aids stuck to the mirror.”
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