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 missus.
"What on earth are you doing down there?" she yelled down from the bedroom.
"Get yourself up here to bed and don't wake up the neighbours!"
"I'm trying to get a barrel of Guinness up the stairs," he
shouted.
"Leave it 'till the morning," she shouted down.
"I can't," he said, "I've drank it."
