Sean got home in the early hours of the morning after a night at
the local pub. He made such a racket hitting into the furniture
as he weaved his way through the house, that he woke up the missus.

"What on earth are you doing down there?" she yelled down from the
bedroom. "Get yourself up here to bed and don't waken the neighbours."

"I'm trying to get a barrel of Guinnes up the stairs" he shouted.

"Leave it 'till the morning" she shouted down

"I can't" he said "I've drank it!"