The Irish fisherman.

[Tarlach.]

 

 

 

 

 

 

The rain was pouring down.

There standing in front of a big puddle outside the pub was an old Irishman, drenched, holding a stick, with a piece of string dangling in the water.

A passer-by stopped and asked, "What are you doing?"

"Fishing" replied the old man.

Feeling sorry for the old man, the gent says, "Come in out of the rain and have a drink with me.”

In the warmth of the pub, as they sip their whiskies, the gentleman, being a bit of a smart ass, cannot resist asking,

 

"So how many have you caught today?”

 

 

“You’re the eighth”, replied the old fisherman

 

 

 

 

 

 

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