Count it Again.

A wife was with her lover when she heard her husband’s key in the door. “Stay where you are,” she told the panicked lover. “He’s so drunk he won’t even notice you’re with me.”

Sure enough, the husband lurched into bed none the wiser, but a few minutes later, through a drunken haze, he saw six feet sticking out at the end of the bed.

He turned to his wife: “Hey, there are six feet in this bed. There should only be four. What’s going on?!?”

“Nonsense,” said the wife.

“You’re so drunk you miscounted. Get out of bed and try again. You can see better from over there.”

The husband climbed out of bed and counted.

“One, two, three, four. Oh ok, you were right.”

A drunk ice fisherman drills a hole in the ice and peers into it. As he does so, a loud voice from above says, “There are no fish down there.”

So the drunk fisherman walks several yards away and drills another hole.

As he peers into it he again hears a voice say, “There’s no fish down there.”

So he walks about 20 yards away and drills another hole. Once again the voice says, “There’s no fish down there.”

The fisherman looks up to the sky and asks, “God, is that you?”

“No, you idiot,” says the voice. “It’s the rink manager.”

A police officer pulls over this guy who had been weaving in and out of the lanes.

He goes up to the guy’s window and says, “Sir, I need you to blow into this breathalyzer tube.”

The man says, “Sorry officer I can’t do that. I am an asthmatic. If I do that I’ll have a really bad asthma attack.”

“Okay, fine.” Sighs the office.

“I need you to come down to the station to give a blood sample.”

“I can’t do that either. I am a hemophiliac.” Says the man. “If I do that, I’ll bleed to death.”

“Well, then we need a urine sample.”

“I’m sorry officer I can’t do that either.

I am also a diabetic. If I do that I’ll get really low blood sugar.”

“Alright then I need you to come out here and walk this white line.”

“I can’t do that, officer.”

“Why not?”

“Because I’m too drunk.”

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