COLD IN THE GRAVE….
July 18th, 2005
A drunk stumbles out of a bar and he needs to piss, so he makes
his way into the cemetery behind the tavern. He walks right to
the edge of a freshly dug grave, loses his balance, and falls in.
There’s a puddle of water in the hole, and he spends the rest of
the night yelling, “Help me, I’m cold! Someone help me, I’m cold!”
At closing time, another drunk walks behind the bar to piss, and
hears the noise. He gets to the open grave, looks down and says,
“Of course you’re cold, you son-of-a-bitch. You kicked all the
dirt off yourself.