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I know I've posted this one before, but it's very appropriate on this thread.
Hey mr Borscht? :D

Borscht Mat staggered home late after another evening with his drinking buddies.
Shoes in left hand to avoid waking his wife, he tiptoed as quietly as
he could toward the stairs leading to their upstairs bedroom, but misjudged
the bottom step in the darkened entryway.

As he caught himself by grabbing the banister, his body swung around
and he landed heavily on his rump. A home made Vodka bottle in each back pocket broke and made the landing especially painful.

Managing to suppress a yelp, he sprung up, pulled down his pants and
examined his lacerated and bleeding behind, in the mirror of a nearby
darkened hallway, then managed to find a large full box of band aids and
proceeded to place a patch as best he could on each place he saw blood.

After hiding the now almost empty box, he managed to shuffle and
stumble his way to bed.

In the morning, he awakens with pain in head and butt to find his wife
staring at him from across the room, and hears her say: "You didn't work late. You went out with your mates last night and got very ********ed again. I hope you feel rotten!!!"

Forcing himself to ignore his agony, he looked meekly at her and
replied: "Now why would you say such a mean thing?"

"Well," she said, "the front door was left open, there's glass at the
bottom of the stairs, the drops of blood trailing through the house, and
your bloodshot eyes, but mostly.....it's all those band aids stuck on the
downstairs mirror!"
 

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They had another secret session!

I sure hope they aren't planning a 'secret game' tomorrow and forget to show up.
 

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