Topic: The Fight! | |
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Kelly limps into his favourite pub...
My God! What happened to you?" the bartender asked Kelly as he hobbled in on a crutch, one arm in a cast and a black eye. "I got in a tiff with Riley", whispered Kelly to the bartender. "Riley? He's just a wee fellow," the barkeep said surprised. "He must have had something in his hand." "That he did," Kelly said. "A shovel it was." "Dear Lord. Didn't you have anything in your hand?" "Aye, that I did - Mrs. Riley's right tit." Kelly said. "And a beautiful thing it was, but not much use in a fight!" |
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