Thursday, March 12, 2009

The drunk

Late one night, after an evening of heavy drinking, Smitty took a short cut through a cemetery and fell into a newly dug grave. He couldn't get out, so he lay at the bottom and fell asleep.
Early next morning, the gravedigger heard moans and groans. He investigated, saw the shivering figure in the grave and demanded, "What's wrong with you, making all that noise?"
"I'm so cold," Smitty shivered.
"Well it's no wonder," said the gravedigger. "You've kicked all the dirt off yourself."

No comments: