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Sean had been drinking
Sean had been drinking at his local pub all day and most of the night.
Mick, the bartender says, "You'll not be drinking any more tonight, Sean".
Sean replies "Alright Michael, I'll be on my way then."
Sean spins around on his stool and steps off. He falls flat on his face.
"Shyte" 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. He looks to the doorway and thinks to himself that if he can just get to the door and get some fresh air he'll be fine.
He belly crawls to the door and shimmies up the doorjamb. He sticks his head outside and takes a deep breath of fresh air, feels much better and takes a step out onto the sidewalk. He falls flat on his face.
"I'm fookin fooked," he says.
He can see his house just a few doors down, and crawls to the door and shimmies up the door jamb, opens the door and shimmies inside.
He takes a look up the stairs and says "No fookin 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 "Fook it" and crawls into bed.
The next morning, his wife, Mary, comes into the room carrying a cup of coffee and says, "Get up Sean. Did you have a bit to drink last night?"
Sean says, "I did Mary. I was fookin fooked. But how'd you know?"
"Mick called. You left your wheelchair at the pub."
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