posted 01-28-2002 15:35
Three guys are sitting around in a bar one night, recalling their drunken exploits from the previous week. They decided that they'll each put money into a pot and whoever had the worst experience will collect. "I was so drunk last Friday night," recounts the first guy, "that I came home and blew chunks."
"That's nothing," says the second fellow, "I drank at least a dozen beers and a half-dozen shots, and came home so blasted I went in the wrong apartment and slept in my neighbor's living room."
"You guys are both so tame," says the third guy. "I was so polluted, that I ended up dancing on the roof of my apartment building naked until the sun came up!"
There's a murmur among the bystanders that this indeed tops them all..
Surprised the first guy says: "Wait a minute, guys. You don't understand, Chunks is my dog!"