Drunk dad part 2.
My dad's favourite haunt was a Wetherspoons in town and I often wondered how he got home on his knackered old bike in one piece. After something his friends told me I wonder even more.

One evening after several pints of the kind of cider that could unclog a drain my dad pushed open the double doors of the pub and started to stagger out when the doors closed and jammed his head. His friends inbetween fits of laughter helped him unwedge himself and watch him go on his way....only to get his head jammed again.

After several minutes he finally got to the outside to unlock his bike from the railing and attempt to load a bottle of wine into the saddle bag which promptly smashed on the pavement. What a man.
(chakaflange, Sun 23 Dec 2007, 17:58, 1 reply)

I salute your dad.

( Slippery Mick ‏, Sun 23 Dec 2007, 18:30, closed)