Joe spent the evening tossing down a number of beers at the local bar. It was after eleven o'clock when he finally staggered out into the cold and rainy night in an attempt to find his way home. With the weather as bad as it was, he soon became lost, and found himself wandering through the town Cemetery. He slipped while walking and fell headlong into a freshly dug grave. In his condition, the rain and mud proved too much to handle, and he couldn't manage to climb out. "Help!" he cried out. "Help! I'm so cold!" A little while later, another over indulged inebriant left the bar. As luck would have it, the second man was nearby when he heard Joe cry. "Help, I'm so cold!" Joe continued to call. The other man staggered in the direction of the voice. It got louder and louder as he neared the cemetery. "Help! I'm cold! Help! I'm cold!" The second man followed the voice and approached the grave. As he peered over the side, Joe looked up and yelled one more time, "Help! I'm cold!" "Of course you're cold, replied the second drunk, peering down."You've kicked off all your dirt." |