An Irishman was drinking at the pub all night.  The bartender came
up to him and told him that the bar was  closing. So the Irishman stood up to leave and fell flat on his face. He tried to stand up one more time with the same result.  So he figured he'd just crawl outside, hang out for  a while,  get some fresh air and hopefully that would sober him up.

Once outside he stood up and fell again - right on his face.  He
decided to crawl the 4 blocks to his home and when he arrived  at the
door he tried one more time with the same results.  Exhausted, he then gave up
and started crawling to the  bedroom.

When he reached his bed he tried one more time to stand up. This
time he managed to pull himself upright but he quickly fell right into
the bed and fell sound asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow.
The next morning, he woke up with his wife standing over him
shouting at him.

"So, you've been out drinking again!!"

"What makes you say that?" he asked as he put on an innocent look.

"The pub called, you left your flaming wheelchair there"