Sean's been to the pub drinking stout all evening. He's very drunk and it's late. The barkeep announces ""Last Call!"" Sean protests and the barkeep tells him, ""Sean, it's time ya drink up a get yeself home."" Sean hoist his drink and drains it and commences to get up from the bar stool. Thud! He lands arms and legs akimbo on the floor. He struggles to rise but unable to do so he resigns himself to crawling out and literally drags his drunk ass out the door. He reaches the street corner and attempts to pull himself up on the pole. Thud! Again he lands arms and legs akimbo on the sidewalk. He struggles to rise but unable to do so he resigns himself to crawling across the street. This continues for several blocks Seans attempting to rise and falling to the street with a loud Thud. Fortunately he lives reasonably close to the pub and 45 minutes later he's dragging his ass up the walk to his front door. Exhausted now and still drunk he finally reaches the door to his home. He struggles to pull himself up to get the key in the lock. Thud! He lands arms and legs akimbo on the ground. He struggles to rise but unable to do so he somehow manages to get his door unlocked. Fearing the worst if his wife awakens and finds him in this condition he crawls as quietly as he can manage to the couch, covers himself with an old wool blanket and immediately passes out. He's rudely awakened at 9 am by his wife leaning into his face screaming ""Sean, ya drunkin' sot, ye were fluther'd an piss'd agin les night!"" He rubs his red eyes and says, ""How do ye know wot I was doin' gowl? To which she replies, McDuff at th' pub called this marnin'."" ""He said ya left yer fockin' wheelchair there again ya manky gimp!""