A guy comes home after a long night at the bar. He enters quietly into the house, not to be heard and goes to the staircase leading up to the bedroom.
Unfortunately he misses the first step and, trying to cling to the railing, he twists and falls with the butt on the ground. The two bottles of whiskey he had in the back pockets get shattered.
Clenching his teeth strongly not to scream in pain, he gets up, pulls down his pants and looks into the mirror in the hall. His butt, cut in dozens of places, was bleeding heavily. He hardly manages to find a big box of patches and, using the mirror, he starts putting each patch where he sees the blood flowing. Then he barely crawls to the bed.
The next morning, his wife looks at him disapprovingly and says:
-Last night you came home drunk again...
-Why do you say that? he asked with a ingenue look.
-Perhaps not because the entrance door was left wide open, perhaps not due to the broken glass on the stairs, perhaps not because of the blood traces left through the house, perhaps not because of your bloodshot eyes... but definitely because of the patches stuck on the mirror!