On a typical night for our boy Mick he's out getting drunk at the pub. He gets so loaded he throws up all over himself. Looking down at his shirt, a bit dejected of course, he says to the bartender "Look at me Phil, I've thrown up all over meself. My wife's gonna kill me."

The bartender says "Don't worry, Mick." and sticks a twenty dollar bill in his shirt pocket. "Now," says the bartender "go home and tell the wife some guy got so drunk he threw up all over you but to make it up to you he stuck the twenty in your pocket."

Mick heads home and when the wife sees him she's furious. She yells "Mick, look at you! You threw up all over yourself! This has got to stop!"

Mick says, "No, look...a drunk came up to me and threw up all over me shirt at the pub but he stuck twenty quid in my shirt pocket to make it up to me."

She reaches into his shirt pocket and pulls out forty dollars and says "What's the other twenty for?" Mick looks at her and says "He shit in my pants too."

(this was gonna be a political post but it suddenly went bad and it seems folks here want to talk about music anyway)