Ahh Well the drunk story goes like this.
One dark night after having a bit too much to drink Charlie decided to leave his car and walk home.
It had been and still was raining so Charlie decided to take a short cut through the cemetry. He figured no one in their right mind would be in there on this dark wet night. Well the paths were slippery and as luck should have it he slipped into a hole. It was already knee deep with water. But the edge of the hole was well over his head. So try as he might he was having trouble getting a foothold in the muddy earth. He had been working on climbing out for almost 15 minutes and during this time he never noticed that someone was in there with him watching him.
The guy watching him was getting exhausted seeing Charlies effort and figured they might be abel to help each other out. He went over and tapped him on the shoulder and to say, "Hey mate, you won't get out of here on your own." But the moment he touched him on the shoulder Charlie was outta there light greased lightning.
The guy went back to his corner and muttered. How on earth do they do that? That's the third guy tonight that managed to climb out and I'm still in here.
Alex
[This message has been edited by Alex K. Viefhaus (edited July 17, 2005).]
