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Mickey Ryan got a job with the council emptying dustbins.
'Tis great work,' said he. 'A hundred pounds a week and all you can eat! But what spoils it is the foreman. He has terrible bad breath.'
Mickey, however, soon became an expert in the art of refuse collecting until at his peak he could often be seen carrying a loaded dustbin on each shoulder and another equally full under each arm. He would stroll along whistling a merry tune.
'Gosh, you are an amazing fellow,' remarked a passer-by. 'How on earth do you do that?'
' Tis easy, sor,' said Ryan. 'You just push your lips forward and blow.'
'Tis great work,' said he. 'A hundred pounds a week and all you can eat! But what spoils it is the foreman. He has terrible bad breath.'
Mickey, however, soon became an expert in the art of refuse collecting until at his peak he could often be seen carrying a loaded dustbin on each shoulder and another equally full under each arm. He would stroll along whistling a merry tune.
'Gosh, you are an amazing fellow,' remarked a passer-by. 'How on earth do you do that?'
' Tis easy, sor,' said Ryan. 'You just push your lips forward and blow.'
