It was New Year’s Eve. By then, actually, it was very early on New Year’s
morning. The drunk staggered out of the men’s room and wobbled his way to
the bar.
“I, uh, lll…, I’ll ha-have anudder. Maske itta dubble.”
The bartender looks him over and notices the vomit staining the front of
the drunk’s sharp looking suit. “Buddy, it looks to me like you’ve had
quite enough. Why don’t you call it a night and go home.”
The drunk protests… “N-n-no! I ca-can’t. My, my wife, you, you see…
She gammie this new shoot for Chrishmash. Iff she seez what Ife done to
it… She, she’s gunna kill m-me. Juss gimmie a doubble…”
“Tell you what,” the bartender says. “You got any 20 dollar bills on you?”
The drunk pulls out his wallet and thumbs through and replies… “Y-yeah,
I got a few….”
The bartender takes one of the twenties and stuffs it in the shirt pocket
of the poor drunk. “There you go buddy. When your wife asks you what
happened, you just tell her that you were innocently passing by the bar
on your way home when some boozer staggers out, holds onto you, and barfs
all over you. He then apologizes and shoves a twenty in your pocket so you
can get the suit dry cleaned!”
“B-br-brilliant!”, the drunk exclaims excitedly. “Thish jush might w-work!”
The drunk goes home and sure enough, his wife is waiting up for him, rolling
pin in hand. “Look at you! You’re a disgrace! Look at what you’ve done
to your new suit!”
“N-no hunnybunsh,” the drunk stammers… “Y-you see, I was juss passing by
the b-ba-bar when this drunken sod stumbles out, b-ba-bar-barfs all over me,
and then he shoved a twenty dollar bill in my pocket, he sez, so I, I can
get my suit drykleened…”
The wife looks in the drunk’s pocket and pulls out the money.
“Wait a minute…” the wife says, “there are TWO twenty dollar bills in your
pocket.”
The drunk reels, regroups, and explains… “Wha-wha… Well thass because
after he puked on me, he, he took a crap in my pants!”
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