Sean got home in the early hours of the morning after a night at the local pub. He made such a racket hitting into the furniture as he weaved his way through the house, that he woke up the Mrs.
"What on earth are you doing down there?" she yelled down from the bedroom. "Get yourself up here to bed and don't wake the neighbors."
"I'm trying to get a barrel of beer up the stairs" he shouted.
"Leave it 'till the morning" she shouted back.
"I can't" he said "I've drank it!"
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