A man spends the evening in the pub and by the end of the night he’s so drunk he can hardly walk home. Yet, 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 his 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 butt.
“What did you get up to last night? accused his wife. “You were well pissed when you got in.”
“No I wasn’t,” he replied. “What makes you think that?”
“Ill tell you what. I found all our sticking plasters on the bathroom mirror this morning,” she retorted.