Bingo
01-08-2003, 03:10 AM
Fella is sitting at a bar pounding down one after another.
Finally, closing time comes, and the bartender tells him to go home.
This guy is trashed... I mean, wasted. He stands up, and promptly keels over.
He tries to get up again, totters for a bit, and ends up face down on the floor again.
He decides fresh air is needed, so he goes ahead and just crawls outside to collapse.
He props himself up against the bar and watches the world spin around for a while and decides to try again.
He pulls himself up, wobbles unsteadly for a moment, tries to walk, and keels over face first.
He ends up thinking 'Screw it, it's only a block and half home, I'm crawling'.
He crawls his way home while the world spins merrily around him.
He pulls himself up at his door, manages to unlock it, and simply falls into his house.
Makes his way to his bedroom, crawls into bed, and lays there for a while trying to get the floor and the ceiling to, if not stay above and below the bed, at least spin in the same direction.
Come morning, he finds himself waking up to his wife standing over him and screaming holy hell.
"You were out drinking again last night, you deadbeat!!'
"No I wasn't honey! Why would you think that?"
"The friggin bartender called you moron. You left your stinking wheelchair at the bar again!"
Bingo
Finally, closing time comes, and the bartender tells him to go home.
This guy is trashed... I mean, wasted. He stands up, and promptly keels over.
He tries to get up again, totters for a bit, and ends up face down on the floor again.
He decides fresh air is needed, so he goes ahead and just crawls outside to collapse.
He props himself up against the bar and watches the world spin around for a while and decides to try again.
He pulls himself up, wobbles unsteadly for a moment, tries to walk, and keels over face first.
He ends up thinking 'Screw it, it's only a block and half home, I'm crawling'.
He crawls his way home while the world spins merrily around him.
He pulls himself up at his door, manages to unlock it, and simply falls into his house.
Makes his way to his bedroom, crawls into bed, and lays there for a while trying to get the floor and the ceiling to, if not stay above and below the bed, at least spin in the same direction.
Come morning, he finds himself waking up to his wife standing over him and screaming holy hell.
"You were out drinking again last night, you deadbeat!!'
"No I wasn't honey! Why would you think that?"
"The friggin bartender called you moron. You left your stinking wheelchair at the bar again!"
Bingo