MacGregor, being a scotsman, had a terrible problem with drinking. What didn't help is that he lived across the street from the local pub. One day, he promises his wife he'll stop drinking. The first night, he has problems doing this, and sneaks across the street to the pub. He orders round after round of scotch, and gets himself totally pickled beyond belief. He later realizes that it's getting late, and has to head home before his wife catches him. Feeling that half a bottle of scotch he drank, he tries to get up. BOOM! He falls to the ground, and crawls over to the door. He grabs hold of the door, tries pulling himself up, and BOOM! He falls to the ground as the door swings open under his weight. Seeing his house across the street, he crawls across the street, hoping that his wife isn't up yet. He tries to pull himself up yet again, opens the door, and WHAM!, kisses the ground once again. He waits to see if it woke up his wife, and when figures that the coast is clear, he slowly makes his way to bed. He gets in bed, dirty and bruised, without waking his wife, and passes out, satisfied with himself that he got away with it.
In the morning, he wakes up to his wife beating him with a frying pan.
"YA BASTAHD!!!" she screams, "YA WENT OUT DRINKIN AGAIN!!!"
"B-but I didn't!!!", he lies, " Why d' ya say that??"
"THE BARTENDER CALLED!!! YOU LEFT YOUR WHEELCHAIR THERE AGAIN!!!!"