THE DRUNK IN THE CEMETERY

‘BOB’S PUB WAS RIGHT NEXT DOOR

TO A CEMETERY.

ONE DAY IN MID WINTER A DRUNK

STUMBLED OUT OF THE TAVERN.

DUE TO HIS DRUNK STATE HE W

ASN’T CAREFUL WHERE HE WAS GOING

AND HE FELL INTO A FRESHLY DUG GRAVE.

“HELP!” SCREAMED THE DRUNK

ON THE TOP OF HIS LUNGS,

“I’M FREEZING!”

BEFORE LONG ANOTHER DRUNK

SAUNTERED OUT OF THE PUB AND

MADE HIS WAY TOWARDS

THE FIRST DRUNK’S CRIES.

“I’M FREEZING!”

SCREAMED THE FIRST DRUNK AGAIN.

“OF COURSE YOU ARE”

SCOLDED THE SECOND DRUNK,

COMING CLOSER.

“YOU KICKED OFF ALL OF THE DIRT

THEY HAD COVERED YOU UP WITH!”