Three old buddies commiserate the day after getting together for the first time in many years to do a post mortem on the previous evenings bender.
The first guy says, “I can’t believe what I did when I got home last night. I was so drunk that I blew chunks.”
The second guy says, “That’s nothing. When I got home last night, I was so drunk that I drove the car through the back of the garage and down into the back yard. My wife was so mad that she told me that this is the final straw and that she’s going to divorce me.”
The third guy, looking really worried said, “Those are minor problems. On the drive home last night, I ran the Chief of Police off the road and into a ditch. He’s in the hospital in serious condition. My lawyer told me that I’m not only going to lose my license, but I’ll probably have to due time in prison, and my wife has already left.”
The first guy said, “You guys don’t understand. Chunks is my dog.”