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Linnie, Maybe this one will make you smile! > > > A good-ole-redneck boy staggered home late after another evening > with > > > his drinking buddies. Shoes in left hand to avoid waking his wife, > he > > > > > > tiptoed as quietly as he could toward the stairs leading to their > > > upstairs bedroom, > > > but misjudged the bottom step in the darkened entryway. > > > As he caught himself by grabbing the banister, his body swung > > > around and he landed heavily on his rump. A whiskey bottle in each > > > back pocket > > > broke and made the landing especially painful. > > > Managing to suppress a yelp, he sprung up, pulled down his pants > > > and examined his lacerated and bleeding cheeks in the mirror of a > > > nearby > > > darkened hallway, then managed to find a large full box of band aids > > > before proceeding to place a patch as best he could on each place he > > > saw blood. > > > After hiding the now almost empty box, he managed to shuffle and > > > stumble his way to bed. > > > In the morning, he awakens with screaming pain in head and butt to > > > find his wife staring at him from across the room, and hears her > say: > > > > > > "You were drunk again last night!!!" > > > Forcing himself to ignore his agony, he looked meekly at her and > > > replied: "Now Hon, why would you say such a mean thing?" > > > "Well," she said, "there is the front door left open, the broken > > > whiskey bottle glass at the bottom of the stairs, the drops of blood > > > trailing through the house, your bloodshot eyes, and all that blood > in > > > > > > the bed, but, mostly.... it's all those band aids stuck on the > mirror > > > > > > downstairs > > > > >