On The Wagon

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On The Wagon

Phil came home drunk. He'd promised his wife Doris that he wouldn't drink anymore. 

So, time to sneak into the house.

The front door was the first problem. He lost his balance opening the front door and fell on his posterior

The whiskey bottle in his back pocket broke his fall but cut his backside

Phil staggered into the house and dropped his trousers in front of the hallway mirror to inspect for damage.

Yep, glass cuts. He staggered to the bathroom for Band-Aids, then back to the mirror and applied Band-Aids everywhere he saw blood.

In the morning, Doris was at the kitchen table glaring at him.

"What?"

"You came home drunk last night didn't you?"

"Why would you say such a thing? I told you I'm on the wagon."

"Yes, I'm sure you can explain leaving the front door open. And the glass on the front porch. And the blood in the hall."

"But I'm dying to know how you are going to explain all the Band-Aids on the hallway mirror."