paddy

[PATRIOT73]

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Paddy had been drinking at his local Dublin pub all day and most of the night celebrating St Patrick's Day.
Mick, the bartender says, 'You'll not be drinking anymore tonight, Paddy'…
Paddy replies, 'OK Mick, I'll be on my way then'.

Paddy spins around on his stool and steps off… and falls flat on his face.

'Shoite' 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, 'Shoite, Shoite !'

He looks to the doorway and thinks to himself that if he can just get to the door and some fresh air he'll be fine. He belly crawls to the door and shimmies up to the door frame. He sticks his head outside and takes a deep breath of fresh air, feels much better and takes a step out onto the sidewalk and falls flat on his face.

'Goodness me....im buggaed,' he says.

He can see his house just a few doors down, and crawls to the door, hauls himself up the door frame, opens the door and shimmies inside… He takes a look up the stairs and says 'No bloodi 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 'chuffffffffff it' and falls into bed.

The next morning, his wife, Jess, comes into the room carrying a cup of coffee and says, 'Get up Paddy. Did you have a bit to much drink last night?'

Paddy says, 'I did, Jess. I was wellllllllllll merrrry. But how'd you know?'

'Mick phoned ... You left your wheelchair at the pub.'
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[cheaver]

lol Good one !

[shelleywelley]

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Paddy had been drinking at his local Dublin pub all day and most of the night celebrating St Patrick's Day.
Mick, the bartender says, 'You'll not be drinking anymore tonight, Paddy'…
Paddy replies, 'OK Mick, I'll be on my way then'.

Paddy spins around on his stool and steps off… and falls flat on his face.

'Shoite' 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, 'Shoite, Shoite !'

He looks to the doorway and thinks to himself that if he can just get to the door and some fresh air he'll be fine. He belly crawls to the door and shimmies up to the door frame. He sticks his head outside and takes a deep breath of fresh air, feels much better and takes a step out onto the sidewalk and falls flat on his face.

'Goodness me....im buggaed,' he says.

He can see his house just a few doors down, and crawls to the door, hauls himself up the door frame, opens the door and shimmies inside… He takes a look up the stairs and says 'No bloodi 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 'chuffffffffff it' and falls into bed.

The next morning, his wife, Jess, comes into the room carrying a cup of coffee and says, 'Get up Paddy. Did you have a bit to much drink last night?'

Paddy says, 'I did, Jess. I was wellllllllllll merrrry. But how'd you know?'

'Mick phoned ... You left your wheelchair at the pub.'
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Hmmm, are you sure that was Paddy and not some guy called jason? ------> am outa here lol

[PATRIOT73]

Hmmm, are you sure that was Paddy and not some guy called jason? ------> am outa here lol

ill try it next week,to cold in uk at mo

[Oldandintheway]

An Australian and an Irishman opened a Beer House in London, which failed badly.
'I know what we'll do,' said the Australian. 'Let's open a brothel on the first floor.'
'What a silly idea,' replied the Irishman.
'If you can't sell beer, how are you going to sell broth?'

[suesjools]

LMAO!

Best wishes for many sales to all,

[PATRIOT73]

Paddy was waiting at the bus stop with his mate when a lorry went by loaded up with rolls of turf.
Paddy said, 'I gonna do that when I win the lottery.'
'What's dat?' says his mate.
'Send me lawn away to be cut.' says Paddy