Six men who were feeling no pain were staggering down the street about one in the morning. Laughing and singing loudly, they walked up to a two-story home. One of them managed to make it to the door and pounded on the doorbell insistently. A light came on in a upstairs window. The spokesman for the group yelled up, "Is this where Mr. John Smith lives?"

"Yes, it is. What do you want?"

"Are you Mrs. Smith?"

"I am Mrs. Smith. What do you want?"

"Could you come down here and pick out Mr. Smith so the rest of us can go home?"