Day divides the night,
Ninety pints a day.
Tried to run etc...

The story:

Background: For the US readers amongst us I ought to point out that a pint in England is a pint of beer (about 20oz).

For years I laboured under this misapprehension and was finally caught out when overheard shouting it very loudly while singing along drunkenly at a party.

A rather officious and annoying guy (he was trying to hit on a girl I had a crush on so, naturally, he was officious and annoying as well as ugly and stupid) loudly and carefully challenged my rendition and then when I hesitantly repeated my version with a sinking heart (brought on by his gleeful expression) pointed out my mistake in front of aforementioned girl.

Luckily she saw the funny side and we are now married.

My version makes far more sense, as anyone who has ever drunk more than 9 pints will testify. After drinking that much you very well may have 'tried' to run and 'tried' to hide (please note the emphasis on 'tried' as your actual success would be limited) and having died of certain alcohol poisoning, would have definitely broken on through to the other side.