irish joke

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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 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 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.'