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I don't know where I heard this, but it was at least 20 years ago:

A fellow decides to take off early from work and go drinking.  He stays 
until the bar closes at 2am, at which time he is extremely drunk.  When 
he enters his house, he doesn't want to wake anyone, so he takes off his 
shoes and starts tip-toeing up the stairs.  Half-way up the stairs, he 
falls over backwards and lands flat on his rear end.  That wouldn't have 
been so bad, except that he had couple of empty pint bottles in his back 
pockets, and they broke, and the broken glass carved up his buttocks 
terribly.  But, he was so drunk that he didn't know he was hurt.  

A few minutes later, as he was undressing, he noticed blood, so he 
checked himself out in the mirror, and, sure enough, his behind was cut 
up something terrible.  Well, he repaired the damage as best he could 
under the circumstances, and he went to bed.  

The next morning, his head was hurting, and his rear was hurting, and he 
was hunkering under the covers trying to think up some good story, when 
his wife came into the bedroom.

"Well, you really tied one on last night," she said.  "Where'd you go?"

"I worked late," he said, "and I stopped off for a couple of beers."

"A couple of beers?  That's a laugh," she replied.  "You got plastered 
last night.  Where the heck did you go?"

"What makes you so sure I got drunk last night, anyway?"

"Well," she replied, "my first big clue was when I got up this morning 
and found a bunch of band-aids stuck to the mirror."

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