A man is at the bar, drunk. I pick him up off the floor, and offer to take him home. On the way to my car, he falls down three times. When I get to his house, I help him out of the car, and on the way to the front door, he falls down four more times. I ring the bell and say, Here's your husband! The man's wife says, Where's his wheelchair?
I came home, the car was in the dining room. "How did you get the car in here?" "Easy, I took a left at the kitchen."
All men are not homeless, but some men are home less than others.
My horse was so late getting home, he tiptoed into the stable.
