Luck o' the Irish
Posted: May 31st, 2019, 12:35 pm
Into the Limerick pub comes Paddy, and a terrible time of it he's had. His eyes are blackened, his nose and lip are bleeding, and one arm is in a sling.
"Glory be to God," exclaims Seamus the barman. "Whatever happened to you, Paddy?"
Paddy collapses onto a stool at the bar. "Me and Jamie O'Connor had a fight," he says, "and a terrible licking he gave me, he did."
"Jamie O'Connor, that little shit," Seamus snorts. "He must have had something in his hand to do all this."
"That he did," Paddy answers. "A shovel is what he had, and it was all I could do to get away."
"A shovel, was it now?" says Seamus, sliding a pint of ale across the bar. "Well, you should have had something in your hand as well."
"Oh, but I did," Paddy says, taking a sip. "Mrs. O'Connor's breast, and a thing of beauty it was, but useless in a fight."
"Glory be to God," exclaims Seamus the barman. "Whatever happened to you, Paddy?"
Paddy collapses onto a stool at the bar. "Me and Jamie O'Connor had a fight," he says, "and a terrible licking he gave me, he did."
"Jamie O'Connor, that little shit," Seamus snorts. "He must have had something in his hand to do all this."
"That he did," Paddy answers. "A shovel is what he had, and it was all I could do to get away."
"A shovel, was it now?" says Seamus, sliding a pint of ale across the bar. "Well, you should have had something in your hand as well."
"Oh, but I did," Paddy says, taking a sip. "Mrs. O'Connor's breast, and a thing of beauty it was, but useless in a fight."
