An Irishman who had a little too much to drink is driving home from the
city one night and, of course, his car is weaving violently all over the
road.
A cop pulls him over. "So," says the cop to the driver, "where
have you been?"
"Why, I've been to the pub of course," slurs the
drunk.
"Well," says the cop, "it looks like you've had quite a few to
drink this evening".
"I did all right," the drunk says with a
smile.
"Did you know," says the cop, standing straight and folding his
arms across his chest, "that a few intersections back, your wife fell out of
your car?"
"Oh, thank heavens," sighs the drunk. "For a minute there,
I thought I'd gone deaf."
[Mother Shiptons Prophecy] [Poetry]
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