The good old Kerry Three Kick Rule...... A big city lawyer went duck
hunting in rural Kerry. He shot and dropped a bird, but it fell into a
farmer's field on the other side of a fence. As the lawyer climbed over
the fence, an elderly farmer drove up on his tractor and asked him what
he was doing. The lawyer responded, "I shot a duck and it fell in this
field, and now I'm going to retrieve it." The old farmer replied, "This
is my property, and you are not coming over here." The indignant lawyer
said, "I am one of the best trial attorneys in Dublin and, if you don't
let me get that duck, I'll sue you and take everything you own." The old
farmer smiled and said, "Apparently, you don't know how we settle
disputes in Kerry . We settle small disagreements like this with the
Kerry Three Kick Rule. The lawyer asked, "What is the Kerry Three Kick
Rule?" The farmer replied, "Well, because the dispute occurs on my land,
first I kick you three times and then you kick me three times and so on
back and forth until someone gives up." The attorney quickly thought
about the proposed contest and decided that he could easily take the old
codger. He agreed to abide by the local custom. The old farmer slowly
climbed down from the tractor and walked up to the attorney. His first
kick planted the toe of his heavy steel-toed work boot into the lawyer's
groin and dropped him to his knees. His second kick to the midriff sent
the lawyer's last meal gushing from his mouth. The barrister was on all
fours when the farmer's third kick to his rear end sent him face-first
into a fresh cow pie. The lawyer summoned every bit of his will and
managed to get to his feet. Wiping his face with the arm of his jacket,
he said, "Okay, you old coot. Now it's my turn." [I love this part.....]
The old farmer smiled and said, "Naw, I give up. You can have the duck."

now that was funny

Need to make a note not to visit Ireland