One night, a man on his way home happened upon a drunk,
down on his hands and knees searching for something under a streetlight.
The man asked the drunk what he was looking for so diligently and the drunk said he had tripped and his Rolex wristwatch had broken loose from his wrist.
The man, being a kindhearted soul, got down on his hands and knees and began assisting the drunk looking for his watch. After about ten minutes without any success, the man asked the drunk exactly where he tripped.
“About a half a block up the street,” the drunk said.
“Why, pray tell,” the man asked the drunk, “are you looking for your watch here if you lost it a half a block up the street?”
The drunk replied, “The light is a lot better here.”
I was sitting at a bar one time,
when I noticed that, next to me, an old drunk was hassling one of the biggest, toughest guys I’d ever seen.
The old guy was clearly blasted, and kept getting in the tough guy’s face, saying “I slept with your mother.”
Despite being huge and jacked, the tough guy just kept shrugging it off.
The old guy laughed in the tough guy’s face, saying it again. “Hey, I slept with your mother.”
Then, the old man even poked him, and repeated himself, “No seriously, I slept with your mother.”
At this point, finally, the tough guy had had enough.
He grabbed the old man by his jacket and began to pull him out of the bar, yelling,
“That’s it. We’re going home, Dad. You’re drunk.”
