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Message: <blockquote data-quote="ColdBreath" data-source="post: 13621431" data-attributes="member: 293962">A man decides to take off early from work  and go drinking.  He stays until the bar closes at 2am, at which time he  is extremely  drunk. When he enters his house, he doesn't want to wake  anyone, so he  takes off his shoes and starts tip-toeing up the stairs.  Half-way up  the stairs, he falls over backwards and lands flat on his  rear end.  That wouldn't have been so bad, except that he had couple of  empty pint  bottles in his back pockets, and they broke, and the broken  glass  carved up his buttocks terribly. But, he was so drunk that he  didn't  know he was hurt.    A few minutes later, as he was undressing,  he noticed blood, so he  checked himself out in the mirror, and, sure  enough, his behind was cut  up something terrible. Well, he repaired the  damage as best he could  under the circumstances, and he went to bed.     The next morning, his head was hurting, and his rear was  hurting, and he  was hunkering under the covers trying to think up some  good story, when  his wife came into the bedroom.    "Well, you really tied one on last night," she said. "Where'd you go?"    "I worked late," he said, "and I stopped off for a couple of beers."    "A couple of beers? That's a laugh," she replied. "You got plastered last night. Where the heck did you go?"    "What makes you so sure I got drunk last night, anyway?"  <img src="http://www.getfrank.co.nz/uploads/jokes/4780988605_0766678a72.jpg" alt="" class="fr-fic fr-dii fr-draggable " style="" /> "Well," she replied, "my first big clue was when I got up this morning and found a bunch of band-aids stuck to the mirror."</blockquote>

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