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Månedens dramatiske historie om "Drankeren" er et bidrag fra Rob
Evan Hughes i USA.
This month's dramatic story about the "Drinker" is a
contribution from Rob Evan Hughes
in the U.S.A.
An Irishman was drinking at the pub all night. The bartender
came up to him and told him that the bar was closing. So the Irishman stood up
to leave and fell flat on his face. He tried to stand up one more time with the
same result. So he figured he'd just crawl outside, hang out for a while, get
some fresh air and hopefully that would sober him up.
Once outside he stood up and fell again-right on his face. So
he decided to crawl the 4 blocks to his home and when he arrived at the door he
tried one more time with the same results.
Exhausted, he then gave up and started crawling to the
bedroom.
When he reached his bed he tried one more time to stand up.
This time he managed to pull himself upright but he quickly fell right into the
bed and fell sound asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow.
The next morning, he woke up with his wife standing over him
shouting at him.
"So, you've been out drinking again!!"
"What makes you say that?" He asked as he put on an
innocent look.
"The pub called, you left your wheelchair there again!
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