Cliff was out drinking at the golf club all night.
He was concerned that he might be too drunk as to not wake his wife when he got home.
When he got up to leave, he fell flat on his face.
Cliff tried to stand again, but to no avail. He fell flat on his face again.
So, he decided to crawl outside and get some fresh air, to see whether that would sober him up.
Once outside, he stood up and, sure enough, fell flat on his face.
So, being practical, he crawled all the way home.
When he got to the door, he stood up yet again, but fell flat on his face.
He crawled through the door into his bedroom.
When he reached his bed, he tried once more to stand upright.
This time he managed to pull himself to his feet but fell into bed.
Cliff was sound asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow.
He woke the next morning to his wife shaking him and shouting, ‘So, you’ve been out drinking as usual!’
‘Why would you say that?’ he complained innocently.
‘Because the golf club called and you left your wheelchair there again!’