Sunday, 20 November 2011
Back in the 70's a new strong lager came out called Colt 45. So, me and my mate Mike went to try it out in a pub down the road.
After being chucked out at closing time we carried each other back to our respective homes, we lived next door to each other.
Next day in our normal local, we met for a hair of the dog. Mike told me his wife was no longer speaking to him. When he had got home the night before, he had safely got into bed and fallen asleep. In the middle of the night his wife was awoken by Mike who had got up and was stumbling around trying to dress. His wife asked him where he was going.
Mike replied "I'd better go home now".
Posted by Stormalong at 23:43