The Drunk
The Drunk
A man staggered home late after another evening with his
drinking buddies. Shoes in left hand to avoid waking his wife, he
tiptoed as quietly
as he could toward the stairs leading to their upstairs bedroom but
misjudged the bottom step in the darkened entryway.
As he caught himself by grabbing the banister, his body swung around and
he landed heavily on his rump. A whiskey bottle in each back pocket
broke and made the landing especially painful. Managing to suppress a
yelp, the man sprung up, pulled down his pants, and examined his
lacerated and bleeding cheeks in the mirror of a nearby darkened
hallway, then managed to find a large full box of Band-Aids before
proceeding to place a patch as best he could on each place he saw blood.
After hiding the now almost empty box, he managed to shuffle and stumble
his way to bed.
In the morning, the man awoke with searing pain in head and butt and
his wife staring at him from across the room. She said, "You were drunk
again last night."
Forcing himself to ignore his agony, he looked meekly at her and
replied, "Now, hon, why would you say such a mean thing?"
"Well," she said, "it could be the open front door, it could be the
broken glass at the bottom of the stairs, it could be the drops of blood
trailing through the house, it could be your bloodshot eyes, but,
mostly....it's all those Band-Aids stuck on the downstairs mirror!
drinking buddies. Shoes in left hand to avoid waking his wife, he
tiptoed as quietly
as he could toward the stairs leading to their upstairs bedroom but
misjudged the bottom step in the darkened entryway.
As he caught himself by grabbing the banister, his body swung around and
he landed heavily on his rump. A whiskey bottle in each back pocket
broke and made the landing especially painful. Managing to suppress a
yelp, the man sprung up, pulled down his pants, and examined his
lacerated and bleeding cheeks in the mirror of a nearby darkened
hallway, then managed to find a large full box of Band-Aids before
proceeding to place a patch as best he could on each place he saw blood.
After hiding the now almost empty box, he managed to shuffle and stumble
his way to bed.
In the morning, the man awoke with searing pain in head and butt and
his wife staring at him from across the room. She said, "You were drunk
again last night."
Forcing himself to ignore his agony, he looked meekly at her and
replied, "Now, hon, why would you say such a mean thing?"
"Well," she said, "it could be the open front door, it could be the
broken glass at the bottom of the stairs, it could be the drops of blood
trailing through the house, it could be your bloodshot eyes, but,
mostly....it's all those Band-Aids stuck on the downstairs mirror!
Re: The Drunk
Originally Posted by LuckyHollyB
Ur lucky you put j/k


Re: The Drunk
Originally Posted by Stoppie Steve F4i
lol or what ya gonna do i have nt seen you in ay least a month you cant find me lol jk you need to come out with us sometime or to the lot 

Re: The Drunk
Originally Posted by LuckyHollyB
I will be out maybe this weekend, lemme know when you go to the lot 

Re: The Drunk
Originally Posted by Stoppie Steve F4i
were somethin sexy jk jk good id like to have a small chick around to do some double ups
Re: The Drunk
Originally Posted by Stoppie Steve F4i
perfect size lets do it
Call me later and we'll chat
Re: The Drunk
Originally Posted by LuckyHollyB
My b/f just bought me a new helmet that matches his bike too :YEAH :YEAH my old one just wasn't doin it for me anymore ... it's tight
Call me later and we'll chat
Call me later and we'll chat

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