My friends and I see a guy in a bar and he is about as drunk as it's possible to get.
We decide to be good Samaritans and take him home. First we stand him up so we can get to his wallet to find out where he lives, but he keeps falling down.
He falls down eight more times on the way to the car, each time with a real thud.
After we get to his house, he falls down another four times getting him to the door.
His wife comes to the door, and I say, " Your husband had a little too much tonight so we brought him home."
The wife asks, "Where's his wheelchair?
