up, but again, falling to the floor, this time, even harder.
At this point he realizes he needs to get home no matter what, so he starts crawling towards his house. After 40 minutes he gets there, lays down next to his (asleep) wife and passes out.
The next morning his wife wakes him up and starts shouting at him, “So… how was last night, huh? Was it fun drinking all day?”
The man is 100% sure his wife was asleep when he got home so he tries to play it cool, “Not really, just hanging with some coworkers… we didn’t drink much… just a couple of beers.”
The woman starts nodding sarcastically and responds, “The bar owner called this morning, your wheelchair’s there, you dumbfuck.”