A man spends the evening in the pub and by the end of the
night he’s so drunk he can hardly walk home. But he sets off
and in a befuddled haze decides to take a short cut through
the park and climb over the wall. All goes well until the final
gate which is topped by sharp glass and shinning over this he
badly rips his backside. By the time he gets home, he’s in
agony so quietly, without waking the wife, he heads for the
bathroom to inspect the damage, clean up the wounds and
do a bit of safety first. The next morning he crawls out of
bed with a king-sized hangover and an aching arse.
“What did you get up to last night?” accused his wife. “You
were horribly drunk.”
“No I wasn’t,” he replied. “What makes you think that?”
“I’ll tell you why. I found all our plasters on the bathroom
mirror this morning,” she retorted.