Late-Night Slip-Up
After a long evening out with friends, a fellow decided to bring home a small bottle of Scotch for a nightcap. He tucked it carefully into his back pocket, took off his shoes at the front door, and tried his best to tiptoe up the stairs without waking his wife.
Unfortunately, halfway up, he lost his balance and tumbled all the way back down—and the bottle went with him, shattering and leaving him scratched up.
Determined not to get caught, he snuck into the bathroom, pulled out the box of bandages, and—using the mirror and his very best aim—patched himself up before collapsing on the living room sofa.
The next morning, his wife took one look around and said, “You were drunk again last night.”
He shook his head. “No, I wasn’t. I was just tired.”
She folded her arms and said, “Is that so? Then maybe you can explain the whisky smell on the stairs… the blood on the sofa… and why there are bandages stuck all over the bathroom cabinet instead of you!”
