Harold

Harold had been pounding brews at the pub all night. When he got about as drunk as he could possibly get, some college kids noticed his condition and decided to be good Samaritans by taking him home. So they stood him up to get his wallet and find out where he lived, but he fell down. In fact, he fell down eight more times on the way to the car, each time with a real thud.

Finally they made it to the house, only to have him drop to the ground another four times on the way to the door. When Harold’s wife answered the bell, one of the boys announced, “We brought your husband home.”