Why would you wrap a dead baby in clingfilm?
So it doesn't burst when you fuck it.
Steve walks into a pub and orders a drink and looks for a seat, the only free seat in the pub is on table that is already taken. He sits down and gets chatting to Dave and the have a few more drinks, then a couple of chasers and a few nightcaps. At about 11:00 they decide that they should go home as they feel sightly worse for wear and are both running out of money.
They stand up and walk a couple of steps when Dave goes for a burton and takes a table with him. Steve helps him up and they start off again, but again Dave goes ass over tit and lands in bloody heap on the floor. After several abortive attempts they finally manage to get out of the pub and into a taxi. They drop Dave off at home and Steve helps him in before going home himself.
In the morning Dave's wife wakes him up and asks him what happened. He tells her he can't remember, to which she replies-
'Well, you must have been pissed, because you forgot your fucking wheelchair.'
