Bottoms Up!

Rob. A., of a Chicago group, says that the following happened to one of his "babies": On this drunk's 27th trip to the nut house, a weary psychiatrist said to him: "Now I am going to tell you a story. When I have finished, you tell me what's wrong with it. Here it is. A drunken woman, fighting with her husband on the 35th floor of a hotel, fell out of the window and landed on the sidewalk. She was so angry with her husband that she got up and walked away without brushing her clothes." The drunk replied: "Gosh, Doc, she sure must have been awful drunk not to notice it."