Saturday, 5 November 2011

The conference

A drunk man was stumbling in the middle of the streets when a police man approaches him:

- Excuse me!, where are you going in a state like that?

The man responds:

- I am going to a conference about the dangers and consecuences of alcohol.

- Really?, and who is going to give such a conference at half past five in the morning?

- My wife.

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