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^^^^^^WARM GREETINGS FROM^^^^^^^^^^ Ivan Suzman 48/10 [log in to unmask] Portland, Maine land of lighthouses 43 deg. F cloduy *********************************************************** >There was this guy named Billy who was sitting in the local bar drinking >a >few bourbon and cokes one night. At about two o'clock in the morning, >another round was offered. Though he knew he shouldn't, he took another >drink >simply because it tasted too damn good. Anyway, after the final drink, >he got >up from his stool and immediately dropped to the floor. > >That was not at all what he had expected. He knew he had had quite a >few, >but Wow! > >Billy kept trying to get up, and kept falling down again. After a half >dozen >attempts, he gave up and decided to crawl home. At the door of his house >he >assumed it would be better not to stand up, since he would almost >certainly >fall over again and wake his wife. So he crawled quietly to his bed and >slipped under the covers next to his wife without her noticing it. > >The next morning his wife spoke to him furiously. > >"Were you drunk again last night?," the wife asked. > >Billy was surprised and asked her how she knew. > >"Well," she said, "they just called from the bar. You forgot your >wheelchair!" > >