Post by dreamy on May 18, 2007 22:48:59 GMT 10
Into a Belfast pub comes Paddy O'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 Big Sean, the bartender.
"Jamie O'Conner and me had a fight," says Paddy.
"That little S***, O'Conner?" says Big Sean, "He couldn't do that to you, he must have had something 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 Big Sean, "you should have defended yourself, didn't you have something in your hand as well?"
"That I did," said Paddy.
"Mrs. O'Conner's breast, and a thing of beauty it was, but useless in a fight."
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 Big Sean, the bartender.
"Jamie O'Conner and me had a fight," says Paddy.
"That little S***, O'Conner?" says Big Sean, "He couldn't do that to you, he must have had something 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 Big Sean, "you should have defended yourself, didn't you have something in your hand as well?"
"That I did," said Paddy.
"Mrs. O'Conner's breast, and a thing of beauty it was, but useless in a fight."
