Discussion in 'The Powder Keg' started by ScottD, Apr 6, 2002.

  1. ScottD

    ScottD Guest

    Into a Belfast pub comes Paddy Murphy, looking like he'd just been run
    > over by a train. His arm is in a sling, his nose is broken, his face
    > is cut and bruised and he's walking with a limp. "What happened to
    > you?" asks Sean, the bartender.
    > "Jamie O'Conner and me had a fight," says Paddy.
    > "That little ****, O'Conner," says Sean, "He couldn't do that to you,
    > he must have had somethin' in his hand.
    > "That he did," says Paddy, "a shovel is what he had, and a terrible
    > lickin' he gave me with it."
    > "Well," says Sean, "you should have defended yourself, didn't you
    > have something in your hand?"
    > "That I did," said Paddy. "Mrs. O'Conner's breast, and a thing of
    > beauty it was, but useless in a fight."