[Observer]

Tommy​

Tommy had been out to the pub one evening and he came home totally plastered.

So as not to wake his wife Erika, he quietly tiptoed through the house heading towards the bedroom, when he stumbled, and landed on his butt.

In his back pockets were 2 small flasks of whisky that he shattered.

Fearing the worst, he put the hallway light on and dropped his pants, looking in to the passage mirror.

As suspected, he could see that the glass pieces were in his rump, and blood oozing out. What a mess he thought.

He went to the bathroom to get some Band-Aids, and placed them on his butt, then trundled off to bed as quietly as he could.

The next morning, Erika asked, "You were drunk again last night weren't you?"

"Now why would you think as thing like that?" asked Tommy.

Erika answered, "Well, it could be the broken glass, it could be the trail of blood through the house, or it could be because of your bloodshot eyes".

"But mostly", said Erika, "it would probably be because of all the Band-Aids stuck on the hallway mirror!!!"