You Have To Love The Irish

[us2]

Dougal staggered home very late after another drinking session with his buddy, Paddy.
He took off his shoes to avoid waking his wife Kathleen. He tiptoed as quietly as he could
towards the stairs leading to their upstairs bedroom, but misjudged the bottom step.
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 not to yell out, Dougal sprung up, pulled down his pants, and looked in the hall mirror
to survey the damage. His butt cheeks were cut and bleeding. He staggered around and found
a full box of Band-Aids, and began putting these on as best he could to every place he saw blood.

He then hid the now almost empty Band-Aid box, and stumbled upstairs and got into bed beside Kathleen
trying not to wake her.
In the morning Dougal woke with a searing pain in both his head and butt, and Kathleen staring at him
across the room.
She said, "You were drunk again last night weren't you?"
Dougal said, Why do you say such a mean thing?"
'Well', Kathleen said, 'it could be the open front door ,it could be the broken glass at the bottom of the stairs,
it could be the blood trailing through the house, it could be your bloodshot eyes,
but mostly.........it's all those Band-Aids stuck on the hall mirror.

[bernjean]

That is real good.