Un irlandés conducía un poco borracho a su casa desde la ciudad durante la noche y, por supuesto, su coche se tambaleaba de manera violenta por todo el camino.
Un policía lo detiene.
"Así que," dice el policía al conductor, "¿donde has estado?"
"Por supuesto, he estado en un bar" dice el conductor borracho.
"Bueno," dice el policía, "parece que has bebido bastante esta noche".
"Sí, la verdad es que sí", dice el borracho con una sonrisa.
"¿Sabías?" dice el policía, de pie y cruzando los brazos sobre su pecho, "¿que su esposa se cayó del auto en la calle de atrás?"
"Oh, gracias a Dios", suspira el borracho. “Durante un minuto, pensé que me había quedado sordo”.
An Irishman who had a little to drink is driving home from the city one night
and, of course, his car is weaving violently all over the road.
A cop pulls him over.
"So," says the cop to the driver, "where have you been?"
"Why, I've been to the pub of course" slurs the drunk.
"Well," says the cop, "it looks like you've had quite a few to drink this evening".
"I did all right," the drunk says with a smile.
"Did you know," says the cop, standing straight and folding his arms across his chest,
"that a few intersections back, your wife fell out of your car?"
"Oh, thank heavens," sighs the drunk.
"For a minute there, I thought I'd gone deaf."